tisdag 15 september 2009 bild 1/1
![]() ![]() ![]() |
Don't you pretend
That I'm not alive
My bones never ache
Unless she's nearby
Where is your face
In a safe of dead tongues
I can see your reflection
In your totem first born
I suspect
You've been carrying a pack of wolves
I regret
Not killing you while I had the chance
Maybe I will always haunt you
Mark the somnolence with truth
Better hang your dead palace
Than have a living home to lose
In the river ganges God damns my name
Don't let these hands
Sharpen your eyes
A rasp of tails
That I'm not alive
My bones never ache
Unless she's nearby
Where is your face
In a safe of dead tongues
I can see your reflection
In your totem first born
I suspect
You've been carrying a pack of wolves
I regret
Not killing you while I had the chance
Maybe I will always haunt you
Mark the somnolence with truth
Better hang your dead palace
Than have a living home to lose
In the river ganges God damns my name
Don't let these hands
Sharpen your eyes
A rasp of tails
Annons
Kommentera bilden
4 kommentarer på denna bild
Direktlänk:
http://dayviews.com/charlieofd00m/409602554/