some other time, at the end of everything has been stoned the pieces within life, any one near better far, hopes vanish while it was beginning to rain into their heads, other creatures have been designed for hunting our spirits in search for nothing.
no one really knows but this has to do with their beliefs, crewing around laid behind the secret chamber, sadness is a lifestyle by now, deceive our presence, deny our fait. within the deserts of the mind by days with no disappointment at all. it closes leaving the highness behind the stare.
shameful madness starts to follow, comes after the darkest of our thoughts, deepest from the smiles are so designed , another lost evening to them, beat the shit out of he, he will get what he deserves, nothing but the painful death he was asking for, since we never forgot our memory fades its painted faces. we should have fainted these feelings away, we should have stop when it was able, we should have thought before wasting the wrong lane on fucking walks, it could have been different, now is all fired up, someone must tell a word for the burial, so far these sounds seemed like were stepping behind our backs. please come get us, this is that nasty, is not turning dead but in its close shot. waiting the line, alive still been, there’s no cover down, can we burn our places out? stained by his touch while it keeps breathing., pick me , kill me now, all the mistakes were shown.
but in the skies come blind, refuses to let be. is the parallel world of self destruction where it cannot choose their sins, where some can clean and its corded suns, murdered light soon became into this. how it can process the easiness of our own time, hesitate your condemned ropes, wise their deathly moves can be fastened.