Apr 2016
those dreams have some wounds
seeking for a cure
my soul's gonna shout
the darkness will wrap its arms around
i got perfect time to sleep
in the grave's ground.
seeking for a cure
my soul's gonna shout
the darkness will wrap its arms around
i got perfect time to sleep
in the grave's ground.
This short poem is here reffering a person who has left all the hopes from his life and waiting for his end.
