A silhouette of my dissatisfaction of a present incarnation, Of desperation, drowned again in lonesome weeping, I'm disavowed in this endless prison, haunting me, With daunting conjecture, leaving me frantically searching, For a conclusion to this feeble existence.
Black despondent, As I reach realms of possibilities.
I feel these bitter tears of grief flowing through my wandering soul at night, Meeting with my fate, I reflect these cold tears, In the heart of the ones who matter, Optimistically desiring new horizons for a decaying mind, Therefore receiving none, for I am as dead as the flower on my barren grave..Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
