Dreams are Dead
Dormant please, sorrow wilts
a blackhole of flowers
shadows spurn, I've now built
endless sleep in hours.
Content is love destroyed
and pain reigns forever
on a throne shed in void.
His heart singing withered.
a blackhole of flowers
shadows spurn, I've now built
endless sleep in hours.
Content is love destroyed
and pain reigns forever
on a throne shed in void.
His heart singing withered.
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