❝ m o r t u u s v i v e n s ❞
Died a hundred times
My minutiae
Was full of lies
I think i found hell
My ecstacy without
Any mercy
He killed me
I lost in fight
I fell in love
Without his light
Poem 1
❝ m o r t u u s v i v e n s ❞
Died a hundred times
My minutiae
Was full of lies
I think i found hell
My ecstacy without
Any mercy
He killed me
I lost in fight
I fell in love
Without his light