The Blank Sheet

Once again, passed through the year
withdrawed aiming
i'm in the streets, halfmoon's steady glow
far from here, all is quiet down
it speaks to me, with the voice of the past
found to kill, the sense of secission
fall out of his hand
face friendly cession
there is nothing i have
blow all the petals
pray for the case
that it is over 'til you think of them

quarter lifes, healing hands 
2031 we'll 've found out
Shuttered faces, worn out face

I wished it goes on, but
unlike this
I wish it goes on, 
not like this

The Blank Sheet

transhuman nature / singer songwriter shoegaze post punk indie alternative melancholia