6 feet under,even I'm breathing
With your memories to long,
In midst of death in this hell
Haven is where my dreams belong
Emptiness of light in my eyes
I can see clearly the twilight
Beneath the earth,my body lives
Dark death,what my soul writes
I can feel the creep of dark
Feel the hallow of solitude,
My organs are melting in soil
In the cemetery of Westwood
My foots are so numb
And my hands left my grip
Bullet holes in my chest
But now I can't even shriek
But the dark is lovely
So lovely to love,
My soul is being fade
With the song of white dove.
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 12:21 AM UTC
6 feet under,even I'm breathing
With your memories to long,
In midst of death in this hell
Haven is where my dreams belong
Emptiness of light in my eyes
I can see clearly the twilight
Beneath the earth,my body lives
Dark death,what my soul writes
I can feel the creep of dark
Feel the hallow of solitude,
My organs are melting in soil
In the cemetery of Westwood
My foots are so numb
And my hands left my grip
Bullet holes in my chest
But now I can't even shriek
But the dark is lovely
So lovely to love,
My soul is being fade
With the song of white dove.
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