The darkest time of a life,
That colored the world into black and white.
Smashes your heart till its stop to beat,
Like a plague which suffering embrace;
And let you rest in your narrow bed.
A saddest thing that could lead insanity,
That even the elves has taste its filth.
Thou they say it slaves like a tormenting soul,
With clothes that made of thorns.
A stinging felt that shaken one's flesh,
For sadness has been unleashed.
That eyes has dried up the tears,
And Hades had claimed the debt.
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 7:34 PM UTC
The darkest time of a life,
That colored the world into black and white.
Smashes your heart till its stop to beat,
Like a plague which suffering embrace;
And let you rest in your narrow bed.
A saddest thing that could lead insanity,
That even the elves has taste its filth.
Thou they say it slaves like a tormenting soul,
With clothes that made of thorns.
A stinging felt that shaken one's flesh,
For sadness has been unleashed.
That eyes has dried up the tears,
And Hades had claimed the debt.
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