Melancholy;
Melt in lands
Unholy
In an abyss of
Harm supressed;
Between two palms pressed
Together.
Remind us we are
Desolate;
Descending to a
Solitary fate
Where days
Gloomy;
Glue me
To my memories
Cold cruelty and
Shame;
An attempt at shadowing
The untamed.
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 9:14 PM UTC
Melancholy;
Melt in lands
Unholy
In an abyss of
Harm supressed;
Between two palms pressed
Together.
Remind us we are
Desolate;
Descending to a
Solitary fate
Where days
Gloomy;
Glue me
To my memories
Cold cruelty and
Shame;
An attempt at shadowing
The untamed.
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