Apr 11, 2022
1 min read
Our vampires
Don’t dream in daylight
Where men desire, they are awake
And whisper low sweet words,
In between our footsteps led
Under a shared sun, to shadow
Across something terribly solemn
Into stolen tomorrows
© SXT 2022
I write stuff when something begs to me to write. The goal is to write ten-thousand things before I die. I tend to be morbid, reflective and personal.
