The shadows still stretch back
to the monsters left behind
Who bared their fangs
and gnawed on my skin
and upon my heart
Wounds to scars,
crimson constellations
shimmer between embered argent fur
No matter how far I run
the silhouettes are always there
Until I can let
the monsters go from my umbra
I’ll never stop running away
May I learn to love
the scars they left behind
and find peace
in the grass beneath tired paws
The album this song appears on:
https://artist.link/yuzuboy
About the Creator
Howl
Just a silly li'l guy from Kansas. :)
Linguist, language teacher, musician.
Check out my music and silly little videos: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCj7jWkxpIJymzSA4MG1_Esg
Insta: boyofyuzu
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