Whirlwinds chaos driven
Rotting corpses at my feet
Dreams left disposed of
Rotting corpses at my feet
Dreams left disposed of
Wind whispers softly, against bladed grass, Caressing, slowly, softly, Toiling across strands of hair, and milk white skin...So long forgotten, so long ago... Idols lost, deep neath Leth's clever embrace, Star shaped eyes, twinkling, painting, something... In the sky...can't quite recall...A thousand voices, screaming, searching, reaching, gropping, drowning, can't make them out at all, But I hear you calling... Dare I to wake?
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