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Traduire 13 années depuis

Restless Gloom Yelling, screaming Bitch of 'healing' Somewhere,tonight, A heart congealed Numb from love that left it bleeding The beating rhythm of a soul unyielding Glint if revenge in the eye, Whilst the body lies seething Wreaking patience threatens disappointment Mortality set in on the enemy, undecided Conversation? Access granted Argument ensues;over-active imagination Many a candle burns long into the night Sleeping with one hand on a gun and the other on a knife Awaken to a restless gloom All suffering's end close at hand One man's lonesomeness, The vision of dejection Continuing this path of lust, Leaves little left to spare and even less protection