Listening to: Eisley-Memories
Feeling: secretive
Impossible though it seems
we can make it through the dreary screams
following only the darkest star
our souveniers are our scars
bloody light escapes the night
the gloom is broken, no longer does fright
consume the mind that has for so long
been under a trance, closed off to all wrong
goodbye my love my light is gone
im sorry for the trouble but theres nothing more i can do
i wish to stay atleast one more moment
but NO, i cant the days not new
FUCK ok? thats all i have to say... FUCK
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