To the sound of your strings i fade and disintegrate
To the touch of your keys i disolve and evaporate
I merge into the wild tone of my incarnation
Liberating myself from the lost echo of my incarceration
Your dark notes nurture my sole existence
Because
Light corrupt the night in the realm of my subsistence
Words Of Harfouchism
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 2:20 PM UTC
To the sound of your strings i fade and disintegrate
To the touch of your keys i disolve and evaporate
I merge into the wild tone of my incarnation
Liberating myself from the lost echo of my incarceration
Your dark notes nurture my sole existence
Because
Light corrupt the night in the realm of my subsistence
Words Of Harfouchism
