2015-01-11 04:05
Suffering is sacred...
I want to crawl in between
My ribs and sleep for a thousand years...
Tears rolling down my face
My wrist are bleeding...
Ambient dreams
Withering escape...
No words left unspoken
for every dream that was broken...
Is this the end?
Is this my final place...
I know a girl who loves to draw...
Trough the day she do beautiful drawings with a...
There is a girl in the mirror
She looks just like me...
I know a girl
She always smile...
My mind keeps my heart beating
and yet it tells my hands...
The hollow doors of the formidable castle beacon...
like a ritual, they have registered my presence...
It's hard to say goodbye,
Especially to a passion...