Your Conscious is Clear, by Loneliness is condescending |
Starlight’s frozen eyes Condemning me to hell Crushing lifeless hearts to ash Absent of grace Betrayed by a single sound of beating hearts The silence screaming with an empty sound Death is held with in Deep and secret answer The reason will be a mystery Written on every face you pass Just know one thing…. |
Posted: 2005-09-12 01:42:34 UTC |
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2006-02-23 21:19:04 | lost the lonely dead |
this interests me |