---------☆ 𝙿𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢. ☆---------

ᴅᵉˢᵗʳᵒʸᵉᵈ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ.

We were born to be destroyed,
agression isn't a passion,
voice is like a magical simpathy,
it's running through the walls to make us hear
it wants to make us fear,
a dead sunrise is just as a beautiful paint for me,
a chaos drowned deep down the lake,
a great drawing without it's meaning
It's showing each faces of mistery,
look at my hands,they are a misery,
I look at my lovely ending,
they don't know I don't care about the chances i've lost,
It's worth it to give myself the best shot

My words are giving me a better opportunity for a new way to change,
for a new way how to make world different,to bring up these colors i've made before,
I miss old songs,they were about dead people locked in their souls,
they are sad without bones,

A rain in a night,a tear in my creepy mind.
You said that i'm making you so in fire,
What's this desire?
Away from hell,I'm running.
I say "hello" to another world where peace was always gonna be remembered .