You told me mold grows on a soul with no purpose and my souls continues to be engulfed in the evergreen mold I sold my soul along time ago making it apart of natures game my soul had no purpose till I found you in the shadows of darkness you were my friend but our love was a so called "losing game" we found our paradise only to fall apart in the over powering dark of our clouded souls with evergreen mold.
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 12:35 AM UTC
You told me mold grows on a soul with no purpose and my souls continues to be engulfed in the evergreen mold I sold my soul along time ago making it apart of natures game my soul had no purpose till I found you in the shadows of darkness you were my friend but our love was a so called "losing game" we found our paradise only to fall apart in the over powering dark of our clouded souls with evergreen mold.