Langauge and its music

Bitter sweet empty thoughts
Parading guilt faster than flashes
I long for nights when the moon
wouldn’t peer nor cry on me.
Words twist into dreamy travels
Dreams lost are better when found
This line is broken and we are the pieces
Time stretches our bones far towards what we run from
Mistakes brew the hardest shell
All we know is we will excel.

Wildkhard[TA] x LARDO