Sep 3
It’s a burial ground,
Spirits all around,
From doll to the old,
Lie secrets untold
The Reaper sighing
Our final foretelling ,
Where the black clock chimes,
At the end where memory lies.
Spirits all around,
From doll to the old,
Lie secrets untold
The Reaper sighing
Our final foretelling ,
Where the black clock chimes,
At the end where memory lies.
