Beyond the forest may you see the light inside your eye,
The dead crawls begging for a corpse
whispering, dancing in the dark night
dead fireflies quitting life
this is the end the new beginning of dying
Believe an overthinker
believe a lie,
die among with the moon and be alive
Wolfs wanting a redemption
what an irony for the owls to be the exception.
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 7:19 AM UTC
Beyond the forest may you see the light inside your eye,
The dead crawls begging for a corpse
whispering, dancing in the dark night
dead fireflies quitting life
this is the end the new beginning of dying
Believe an overthinker
believe a lie,
die among with the moon and be alive
Wolfs wanting a redemption
what an irony for the owls to be the exception.
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