(I know…) Time can move its way without repenting, leading us all towards the deadly end, but the love that cures our own poison is often crushed by man’s tainted fiend.
My being quivered such ghostly tortures, for nothing should have made me flee. So, all my thoughts were to pay homage, a caress for the memory taken in debauchery.
With meagre and shuddered steps I went back to discover my father and his men were there. Revolted by the presence of a treacherous character, I believed that infamy took me to its lair.
Even if status sheds more importance, still an existence of joy and passion was erased. The coming days drowning my silent peace, as I lost the will, my energy sickened in vain.
The saddened wandering proved to serve nothing for abusive circumstances share no respect. Friends and alcohol are a feeble substitute when the heart is crippled, the soul is less.
(A field of sorrows appear…)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
