The pain of death is not the first pain felt as familiar eyes pierce into me just as they had before, every thought sinking deeper, burrowing into my form. These eyes now become my own. Uncoordinated pieces of my life and all the agony of my past flash before me. The anger, the sorrow and a river hit me like the rush of a drug I once felt powerless to. Brought to the ground convulsing I'm consumed suddenly as the colors slowly begin to spiral, from brown into hazel and then solid emerald. The storm grows louder with each step taken. I know now where I lay.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
