begging conveyance of such actions limits the rock, pushing forward manoeuvring around such a thing is impossible for what it's made, is it imaginary?
yet with rust, surely it would now be a sole weathered sort of fabric but shouldn't it be fragile? if it's near the end of days
a touch of bitter acceptance over-washing the sense of pity on the edge of mortality limbs hanging like flies so withered and fragile left to dry
the haze of a burning stone that grows in an earth that was left alone confide in me your withered tone marched on the throne made of forgotten eyes and wails
the sand falls through to choke the breath upon you numbing fragments temptation is a cause
a floating portrait is reactionary beneath the rays of night that are glistening the sensation is so limiting within fragments of symmetry
papers left connected to trees the drawings that stay aren't meant for my need a whirlwind of leaves now buried with me closing the coffin to end this scene
such dismal notes of forlorn absolution expecting alteration inside destitution temples holding the same thoughts of before a draining irritation held forevermoreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
