The darkest hour

When you feel lost

In the galaxy of spreading thoughts

When you feel poisoned

By the words and shots

You always come to me.


When you feel dark inside

When you're not well

And from your clothes

is raising cheap smell

You always come to me.


So come to me

and I'm going to tell you

what you need to hear

Photo and styling by Walkers on the Moon

Model: Laila

© 2019 by Walkers on the Moon