the last glance, terror expecting a warm embrace expecting a place of grace nothing but nothingness awaits
laughed at by the gods a small and pityfull existance a universe of impressions collapses in the blink of an eye
so many feelings, so many thoughts implode and go to waste the fact alone too huge to be thought, to be understood
the patriarch in your mind abandons you, neglegts you in the hour you need him the most no light to see, no hand to touch
your soul has reached the clearance at the end of the path nobody awaits you, nobody helps you as the forest devours you
the shepherd you have been living for is now dying with you the undertow of your dying soul extinguishes him with you
the last glance, terror expecting a warm embrace expecting a place of grace nothing but nothingness awaitsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
