You sell your soul
For a taste of acceptance
With muse in hand
You slam, without repentance.
Colors bleed thru
And paint a darkend hue.
So light can shine?
So light can shine.
Such blinded eyes.
He lies in truth.
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 9:59 PM UTC
You sell your soul
For a taste of acceptance
With muse in hand
You slam, without repentance.
Colors bleed thru
And paint a darkend hue.
So light can shine?
So light can shine.
Such blinded eyes.
He lies in truth.
