Lonely sorrow,
I walk alone,
Scoraching heat,
Melting what little flesh of memory i have left,
Firey stones lit up beneath my feet,
Sense of direction lost in the roasting wind,
No recelection of time not a thought from the past,
No hope for tomorrow.
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 9:56 AM UTC
Lonely sorrow,
I walk alone,
Scoraching heat,
Melting what little flesh of memory i have left,
Firey stones lit up beneath my feet,
Sense of direction lost in the roasting wind,
No recelection of time not a thought from the past,
No hope for tomorrow.
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