I detest the salty words I vapored out one of my gloomiest days
All the wind is blowing through the beaten graves
In my soul I wander places...hope abandoned
I've got slayed that fewer things I had
And distanced us almost miles away
This cold morose angels in the night
Slowly guiding through my another winter
Of self-made discontent
Through the damp streets of this hateful town and of it's darkest sight and
Through these street I roam for long lost innocence.
Good,morning,Day
Good,morning Gods
And your cold lie
And my heart's and mind's doleful sides
I ruefully welcome wicked night
Again
I welcome pain
To crystallize in rain
Once again
Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 9:40 PM UTC
I detest the salty words I vapored out one of my gloomiest days
All the wind is blowing through the beaten graves
In my soul I wander places...hope abandoned
I've got slayed that fewer things I had
And distanced us almost miles away
This cold morose angels in the night
Slowly guiding through my another winter
Of self-made discontent
Through the damp streets of this hateful town and of it's darkest sight and
Through these street I roam for long lost innocence.
Good,morning,Day
Good,morning Gods
And your cold lie
And my heart's and mind's doleful sides
I ruefully welcome wicked night
Again
I welcome pain
To crystallize in rain
Once again
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