Is no ordinary cloud.
Yet it mirrors the wrath of sorrow to this lonely aching heart,
It covers the light of sun and filled the darkness to a curse land.
A lang which i stand where happiness was gone,
Of which i recall where was it begun.
That the whipping of this vanquishing pain has cost me a thousand dime,
For Mr. Walker with a label of black has consumed me every night.
Like a shape-shifter that struggles as moonlight shines,
As a vampire that slowly dies from a sunshine.
Sadness had reign the night,
With the evelish tongue that broke the greatest knights.
The burning pain has eaten me alive,
Since the minute that your LOVE was expired.
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 1:05 AM UTC
Is no ordinary cloud.
Yet it mirrors the wrath of sorrow to this lonely aching heart,
It covers the light of sun and filled the darkness to a curse land.
A lang which i stand where happiness was gone,
Of which i recall where was it begun.
That the whipping of this vanquishing pain has cost me a thousand dime,
For Mr. Walker with a label of black has consumed me every night.
Like a shape-shifter that struggles as moonlight shines,
As a vampire that slowly dies from a sunshine.
Sadness had reign the night,
With the evelish tongue that broke the greatest knights.
The burning pain has eaten me alive,
Since the minute that your LOVE was expired.
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