I used to be golden, a saint in a time of sorrow.
In this life that i always borrow.
Screaming at this prison, where I've been into.
Die elsewhere but here,
Sometimes I feel so souless,
I couldn't even look at myself.
Ashamed of the things,
that always kills...
And I always damned the sun,
damning him for making this real
I carved those hateful thoughts into my chest.
they're so heavy that it fills my breast.
The darkest reaches of my soul,
engulfed with flames.
Feels like an angel living in hell.
I want to be a demon in heaven.
Where everything is perfect and given.
My daily life writes the tragedies, engraved on my fucking diary.
Existed with a broken spirit,
I will die free and complete.
This is how I’ve want to cross my path.
Living the life full of wrath.
My only hope is that one day,
I could be one soul to......
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