I made a deal with the darkness,
escaped from the light,
had my wings cut, severed in full flight.
Statically I exist alone,
the cogs of time turn slowly,
bite to the bone.
Deep yearning inside,
to shake my foundations,
tectonic plates, landslide
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 8:29 AM UTC
I made a deal with the darkness,
escaped from the light,
had my wings cut, severed in full flight.
Statically I exist alone,
the cogs of time turn slowly,
bite to the bone.
Deep yearning inside,
to shake my foundations,
tectonic plates, landslide
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