Deep into the darkness killing......
For I may never find what I'm looking for
They say all good things must end
I thought about you every single day
bound always, you said.
I am but a wilted flower
I am a broken dream
Time torments the soul
Light runs fast like a cigarette
My heart is getting heavy
Our love washed away by the waves
Death seems more inviting than life
For I may never say goodbye.
Deep into the darkness killing........
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Reaper In The Dusk.
Poesia| Compilation of poems about depression｜ I present you the wounds that never showed on me which are deeper than anything that bleeds. This is my only chance to escape free a penalty for my deeds. My head is a very dark place. Which needs to be cared...
