The light at the end of the tunnel, is just a mirror reflecting the light at the entrance
I hear pain in that soft chuckle, like a traitorous horror rejecting the fight for vengeance.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Day May Prey
PoetryBecause you're made out of fire And I got a heart full of gunpowder
Late Night Urges 6
The light at the end of the tunnel, is just a mirror reflecting the light at the entrance
I hear pain in that soft chuckle, like a traitorous horror rejecting the fight for vengeance.
