My thoughts.
So dark
They can’t be sought.
Little whispers
Cloud my head.
Triggers straight to my head.
Encrypting
Their teachings
Into my mind.
And I,
Now fallen,
Subjected to lies.
My thoughts.
So dark
They can’t be sought.
Little whispers
Cloud my head.
Triggers straight to my head.
Encrypting
Their teachings
Into my mind.
And I,
Now fallen,
Subjected to lies.