Author: Scorpio


Euphoric sounds calling so sweetly
Darkened clouds hugging so neatly
How we are always late

Within our midden shells
And inside our hollow hells
We understand no fate

An overdose of reality
Clasped within true mortality
We comprehend no sound

In our falling passion
And in our dying ration
We look all around

We are here to die...


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