they peeled off my skin, shove the lies in my throat, now i feel the need to repent!
almighty! a terrible suffering. i allowed them to orchestrate, sacrifice my token for helpβ
they petitioned to jeopardize the igloo for this century despise the moon and believe they must create a deeper wound
a confession about a soul, desperately wanting to connect and adore. the ending is always unknown and most of the times, it's something you least expect. a terrible ending is what i always had, and this is my conclusion.