Your face is everything i see,
Your voice,
Echoing through the chambers of hell.
The hell,
I call my mind.
My soul is leaking through.
Only bars keep me locked away.
But,
They are breaking.
My soul is finally free.
Aug 14, 2012
Aug 14, 2012 at 11:49 PM UTC
Your face is everything i see,
Your voice,
Echoing through the chambers of hell.
The hell,
I call my mind.
My soul is leaking through.
Only bars keep me locked away.
But,
They are breaking.
My soul is finally free.
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