You’ll find me When the skies darken The Eagles soar high above the clouds Where the woods deepen, The greens cover up like a shroud.
Sundays are for the things you love. For a dip within yourself. For the memories that made you And specially the ones that moulded you.
I am addicted to you. Addicted to the searing pain Coursing through my existence When you caress My gaping wounds. In your absence I notice,