Yours

[AnTaRTiCa]

deze is niet eght goed

Listening to all the words,
and letting time envelope itself into.
The reasoning is useless transparency
in the way I'm never hearing you.

Undeserved time together:
The days upon me, I could've spent.
And light that whispered
through the nights i should've meant.

Forgiveness is my only alibi
to you I never needed one.
Dark is empty; light shone through.
And only, its forever done.