Keep away my rotten soul
It seems like own grave
My body want to be ghoul
And the vomit came as wave
You see me, I deny
You want to help...
I only want to cry
Since in love I felt.
It my own road to hell,
I want to be alone, have care,
Around me is putrefied smell,
It seems like carrian gear.
My essence want to fly,
My dreams are wanted to be real...
Like a beautifull blue sky,
Like a hope is full of feel.
Rotten Inside
© Copyright: Велиал, 2007
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