To vanish into the void,
yearns the bewildered mind.
A gentle pull upon my hand,
makes my eyes look back.
A little hand,
wrapped around my little finger,
Pulls me back
from the edge of nothingness.
To vanish into the void,
yearns the bewildered mind.
A gentle pull upon my hand,
makes my eyes look back.
A little hand,
wrapped around my little finger,
Pulls me back
from the edge of nothingness.