Moonlight strikes my face
It's getting harder to breath
I just came out from the dungeon
I tell myself this is freedom
To see and believe, the air is thinning
What do I have to lose
Running wild, breathing night dew
A swordsman stabs me twice
Puncturing my lungs, I breathe out blood
Spurting everywhere from my mouth
*Where do I stand? Where do I start?
Tell me where I should go.
How do I breath? How do I live?
My lungs are punctured.*
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 12:02 PM UTC
Moonlight strikes my face
It's getting harder to breath
I just came out from the dungeon
I tell myself this is freedom
To see and believe, the air is thinning
What do I have to lose
Running wild, breathing night dew
A swordsman stabs me twice
Puncturing my lungs, I breathe out blood
Spurting everywhere from my mouth
*Where do I stand? Where do I start?
Tell me where I should go.
How do I breath? How do I live?
My lungs are punctured.*
