mirror reflects pools of water dripping timelessly from scars of a mortal coil the majestic garden wounded. shares her wisdom no longer and with this... I remember...
birds of song now but ash and ember they lie silnet amidst the vision of burning trees her eyes swollen spilling raindrops of blood treasures of life scorched and ravaged earthly seasons burned away a memory etched like a blackened scar on a shell of what once was beauty weak and fragile teardrops fill the pools of ice the taste of the poison filters through every ebony sunrise
no light shines upon the ruins of what once was a wasteland some call home the naked season we call...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
