Magical darkness (339)
Pain covers your lips
(the Cupid’s bow says ancient tells),
as thoughts fall down your skies.
Darkness gives me sweets,
One more glass of red wine;
one last shot of our time.
The end will come. Take my hand,
walk with me through all my dreams,
Maybe this is how we’ll find a way.
to still live and play.
This is lucky number 339. Thanks for reading.