As reason clouds my eyes with splendor fading, I see the future open wide beyond believing
Illusions of the moonlight,
a reflection of sorrow that I have became
Illusions, I am made of
A creation of disaster, I am
My soul,
screaming out for escape of this monstrosity that I have created
Why must I become this?
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 8:51 PM UTC
As reason clouds my eyes with splendor fading, I see the future open wide beyond believing
Illusions of the moonlight,
a reflection of sorrow that I have became
Illusions, I am made of
A creation of disaster, I am
My soul,
screaming out for escape of this monstrosity that I have created
Why must I become this?
