Death.
You can't feel the rain outside that door.
The sun is gone.
Heaven sings for a mourning night of war.
You can't feel the blood rushing through my vein.
With the blade and those crows.
Day by day, years passed me by.
Nobody could tell me how to deal with kindness without getting depressed.
So we're trading those souls to Death.
2019-05-15 03:20:03
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