Devils whisper in his ears,
Of death threats and hatred.
Now, there he laid,
With a slow beeping of his heart,
Unconcious,
With his soul gripping to live,
And his mind weakening.
《 e.i 》
Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 7:34 AM UTC
Devils whisper in his ears,
Of death threats and hatred.
Now, there he laid,
With a slow beeping of his heart,
Unconcious,
With his soul gripping to live,
And his mind weakening.
《 e.i 》
Dedicated to my happy pill, please be okay.
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