Just to find wrong ways
And our decomposing hearts
All in front our eyes
Our hurdled master
Thinking of our choice
But not of consequence
So we are let here to rot
Infused with darkened thoughts
And crested love
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 8:35 PM UTC
Just to find wrong ways
And our decomposing hearts
All in front our eyes
Our hurdled master
Thinking of our choice
But not of consequence
So we are let here to rot
Infused with darkened thoughts
And crested love
