Dried lips compressed by the ground's heaviness. The facial nerves twitching to the beat of rolled lumps.
Heavy clay is softened by saliva. My throat fills with black lava.
Don't bring me flowers. Leave me here to wither.
Last sobs. Just a few breaths left. The last heart beats. The ripple of pallor veins.
Night - where the dark. Dark - where's the depths. Depths - where I'm alone.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
