sweet amen
the fact is, Im not myself anymore, its only was a veritable bounty. I'd seen lately
you've murdered the sun above. You took me out to see the corpse and come off.
But as soon as Im not like who I ever was, I took the reality in, tho I never was strong enough.
Decomposed and corrupted, Ive put my feet gamely right on the land of your grief.
Smugly I thought I would never get caught, but I am the only one thief
Here. Under the plastic luminary, that shines dimly through dust and mud.
I know now that a deadfall on my throat is destroyed, yeah, but..
My Lord is forgiving. He dwells in the dark of the roses, the reddish shadow that lays
Upon few moon rays,
And he's hungry for clarity blossoming as snowdrops. No sacrifice this time, he's too high.
Im on the low month of mine.
Like a small tresspass it comes, slowly slides in my veins. And then Im stuck.
Believing that everything's going to be alright, friends were keep on wishing me luck.
Thanks for the roast I'd deserved, but you can not save me
Once I decided Im doing the saving.
And thats not the same thing.
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