*It was not me, who put you into the dark
It was not me, who put too much hate upon himself
It was not me, who made you so imperfect
Who choose this life for us?
It was you,
I am only a shadow in every decision.
The weak link, the forgotten will
of one’s owned heart, truly remains in the corner…*
.
.
.
Simply the ghost, who whispers in total silence.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC
*It was not me, who put you into the dark
It was not me, who put too much hate upon himself
It was not me, who made you so imperfect
Who choose this life for us?
It was you,
I am only a shadow in every decision.
The weak link, the forgotten will
of one’s owned heart, truly remains in the corner…*
.
.
.
Simply the ghost, who whispers in total silence.
