They come in the hours of quiet.
That which the numbness held at bay.
Crashing
Engulfing
Welling
The price of a future that will never be.
Oh phantom of regret!
Spare me!
These chains will rend 'till I die!
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 10:33 PM UTC
They come in the hours of quiet.
That which the numbness held at bay.
Crashing
Engulfing
Welling
The price of a future that will never be.
Oh phantom of regret!
Spare me!
These chains will rend 'till I die!
