Pestañas

domingo, 4 de junio de 2017

Decay

From the depths of a clouded mind
This quiet death of mine will bring me peace
That must be the punishment in exchange for ecstasy.
Force thyself to the limit until your sights spit blood,
for this world of pain shall show it's merciless purpose
Scream, run, die, perish for a forsaken dream
And maybe then your own will be fulfilled.

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