Loneliness is Cold
Isolate the omen, my soul,
burn what I have to offer
demonic womb, my demonic
lover, stole the lollipop
laughter and I am madder
as the last fires and funeral
rites reminds this heart is
nothing, pillage, the center
of the soul lies dead,cold,
you cant see what was told
and all that was is failed.
Loneliness weeps an the sun
will never creep upon the hole
in his chest!
Let it ride to God, my bod
stiffens from her surcease.
Loneliness I besalt thee
and revere me, coldness
comes again...
burn what I have to offer
demonic womb, my demonic
lover, stole the lollipop
laughter and I am madder
as the last fires and funeral
rites reminds this heart is
nothing, pillage, the center
of the soul lies dead,cold,
you cant see what was told
and all that was is failed.
Loneliness weeps an the sun
will never creep upon the hole
in his chest!
Let it ride to God, my bod
stiffens from her surcease.
Loneliness I besalt thee
and revere me, coldness
comes again...
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