Chasing the sunset, while my hand rotates to the left carving canyons into my wrist Sometines the screaming silence creates the back-drop for the next blood stained, painful kiss
Four-thirty after midnight. The hours passed by in silence these moments I ache for to pass, creeping in black air upon the white walls as purple sheets encase our restless forms.
Dark red rivers run deep, flooding mountain walls with this blood Black clouds come up slowly as they cover me in whispersTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
