And it's nights like tonight
while i sit in the dark
alone at last
and the weight of life
of sin
and death
and pain
of losing one's mind
all press down upon
my shoulders
at once.
And there the vultures
wait for me to bleed.
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 12:54 AM UTC
And it's nights like tonight
while i sit in the dark
alone at last
and the weight of life
of sin
and death
and pain
of losing one's mind
all press down upon
my shoulders
at once.
And there the vultures
wait for me to bleed.
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