Smá svona hálfsofandi skrif sem ég gerði fyrir stuttu.

Eternal Night.
Waiting for the sunset, so I can count the stars.
Waiting for the sun to sleep, the moon to lure in dark.
I can feel eternity reach out for me,
I can feel the worms sigh as the eagles go to sleep.

They dream as they smile.
They sleep and they cry.
Eternal night,
eternal night.
Tonight.

The sound of earthly creatures, asleep in their own world.
Beautiful in their their own way, the silence overheard.
But as the dream continues, away the darkness flies.
Before we know, we're wide awake, in the midst of morningrise.


Vona að þetta sé ekki alveg ferlegt. Finnst þetta frekar tacky einhvern veginn þegar ég les þetta sjálfur yfir, en það verður bara að hafa það.