6d
I can't see your
Heaven through
All this
Blood.
I only see a
Graveyard of
Ideas.
And your hate,
Through my pain.
As though suffering
Were more than
Down and out.
Heaven through
All this
Blood.
I only see a
Graveyard of
Ideas.
And your hate,
Through my pain.
As though suffering
Were more than
Down and out.
