I might have to cancel forever.
Losing my chances I en devoured.
I saw the devil outside her window
telling me that I'm lost with no cause
to be that good little child.
My thoughts are clouded with what seemed to
appear, "temporary happiness".
I sit in silence, distraught the good I've been taught
violence is all that rot in the center of my mind.
Violence.
Heartless regardless of the others the words I
hear is all is rampage, full of black, the void of nothing.
No feeling or emotions, my mind wants to call all commotion.
Death sitting quietly on his throne no remorse of what he took
that source of that grieving boy's energy. The only one to hold him
when he cry in a casket while he picks at her baskets nothing feels
the same from his childhood with her that's all gone loss like a diamond, tossed into a sewer.
Lonely that's the only word he mumbles as he slowly start to stop humbling himself
he wish to close his eyes because little lonely Teonye only had the cold to hold.
