These memories lock me in madness.
In a box made of bone and ash.
Perhaps, my suffering was inevitable
Whispers from the devil
Compose many spells of doom
Anguish touches my soul
If I knew the memories
would last like faded letters
Or burn me with every thought.
I would have made a deal
With the devil a long time ago.
Descovia & Rein
Feb 20, 2021
Feb 20, 2021 at 7:40 PM UTC
These memories lock me in madness.
In a box made of bone and ash.
Perhaps, my suffering was inevitable
Whispers from the devil
Compose many spells of doom
Anguish touches my soul
If I knew the memories
would last like faded letters
Or burn me with every thought.
I would have made a deal
With the devil a long time ago.
Descovia & Rein
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