Tears of blood,
Trickle down a pale face.
Mourns of agony,
Fill the vacuum space.
Within the fire of hades,
Feeling the chills of frost,
The eyes that show despair
And the frail hands that show fear.
With the lifeless body,
That has a heart,
Which beats according to the rhythm,
Of a gloomy misery.
One finds pleasure in none,
And forever lives in agony.
One just has the mere thought of sorrow
Which gives them joy.
No being knows
What is truly under a wolf's skin
Mistaking it for the sheep
Describing its evil nature.
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 1:49 AM UTC
Tears of blood,
Trickle down a pale face.
Mourns of agony,
Fill the vacuum space.
Within the fire of hades,
Feeling the chills of frost,
The eyes that show despair
And the frail hands that show fear.
With the lifeless body,
That has a heart,
Which beats according to the rhythm,
Of a gloomy misery.
One finds pleasure in none,
And forever lives in agony.
One just has the mere thought of sorrow
Which gives them joy.
No being knows
What is truly under a wolf's skin
Mistaking it for the sheep
Describing its evil nature.
