what's the point
of stating my mind
into all the ends of abyss
retaliation of the dead dinosaurs
continuous leave
I won't greave
for endless peace
or prosperity
I am not scared of being alone
tonight I will walk for the streets
we committed each other
but not rightly
sneak out before the night disappears
nobody hears
through the creaky stairs
tails following behind
eyes closed
run away freight
ill stand in front of the train
take away this pain
dismay
array
jealousy distraught
you don´t act like yourself anymore
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 1:38 PM UTC
what's the point
of stating my mind
into all the ends of abyss
retaliation of the dead dinosaurs
continuous leave
I won't greave
for endless peace
or prosperity
I am not scared of being alone
tonight I will walk for the streets
we committed each other
but not rightly
sneak out before the night disappears
nobody hears
through the creaky stairs
tails following behind
eyes closed
run away freight
ill stand in front of the train
take away this pain
dismay
array
jealousy distraught
you don´t act like yourself anymore
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