Dusk till dawn we dance to death's song,
like puppets on strings we sway.
With a flick of his wrist the music stops,
and so are the end of our days.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 10:12 AM UTC
Dusk till dawn we dance to death's song,
like puppets on strings we sway.
With a flick of his wrist the music stops,
and so are the end of our days.