Violet spreads in your neck Stillness licks to the bone The ache in warped beauty
The remnants of asphyxia The voice once called It whispered...
“Come to me, you sworn, Only mist and solitude. Wrapped and gagged in naught Blessed with suffering But you still won’t come”
The will to care, to fail To smother, with all my love
Nothing stares back in my reflections The will to care, to fail 1095 sunsets gone Shell of your nature Growth of grievance within
My shepard, slumbered in disease Sundering land from thought Calling me to return, to confront Odium, odiumTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
