Tonight, crepuscular filled my head for too much.
The night brings crepuscular,
right into my head,
I know my ardor is no longer with me, yet — for some time that I truly have no idea.
It’s the worst feelings ever.
The night brings crepuscular,
for what I just know — 2 years — all my signs are blowing up right in my face.
Without any signs, what I’ve been doing for ‘proving’ something, it all turns into dust.
The night brings crepuscular,
‘I just feel used’
‘Too much regret to be felt in a night’
‘Is 2 years not represent myself enough? Or, maybe I am?’
for thoughts that madly running around that I’ve been telling to myself.
Crepuscular brings my midnight thoughts,
which I hate because
that thoughts lead me
into
crestfallen
and cemetery of my hopes, effort, and time.
