Apr 2017
The howels that have grown,
The wolves are a crow,
The noise of people,
Have turned to screams,
of the ******,
but the misery is growing,
And the love is still
dead.
The wolves are a crow,
The noise of people,
Have turned to screams,
of the ******,
but the misery is growing,
And the love is still
dead.
