Discouraged, a charm feigns the unfortunate soul and eternity creeps as fear martyrs attention. The sombre reign impeaching the comforted shrine, bleeding me with an undecipherable question.
I am cursed, a frail playful void, wrecked with dreams in a miserable night. A fever so despicable that autumn laid alone, abusive words fearing happiness, howling a cry.
Fortune and good will was granted to me yet horror made me of virtue dispossessed. A child lost in ambiances of wounding grieves, reigned by creatures raising an unnatural trance.
Delusion brought me an infantile companion, yet a shadow that never transpired distress, that held courage high as a burnt perception the philosopher of abnormalities abused, spiritless.
With every step, a grain of sanity was lost, apprehension revolting the moment into cries. What others created shouldn’t end with pleasure yet my friend manoeuvred flesh into a horrible blightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
