Rays of the sun ain’t worm
Night douses the glim in the windows of a snow-covered town
Strong wind’s walking on the roads
Show burns, winter-death brings cold
Apathy is slave of winter
No living soul can find shelter
It’s frozen all around
It’s turn into snow wildness
Here’s walkin’ loneliness
Emptiness
Madness
It’s like unending hollow
Fall
Disappearance
Here lives despondency
Apathy and death
The roses withers
Toxic rain turns into the ice
No living soul can find shelter
No joy in the hearts, no summer
It’s nothing but winter
Falling crying brings out
Falling suffer rips the heart out
Falling mind’s dying
It’s chilling silence
No escape
Lone angel sits at the church and cryin’ bloody tears
Because the winter-death cuts out the wings
Priest waits the one who wants to repent of the sins at Christmas eve
Winter brings apathy
Winter brings cold wind
Winter
© Copyright: Анна Маннана, 2016
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Winter is death
But your spring depends on you,
Open your soul
Let the warmth to boil the Blue.
If you're coldhearted,
Then maybe it's hell.
But being vampire
Is better than hunting tail.
Дитмар Даркер 23.04.2016 21:12 • Заявить о нарушении
But your spring depends on you,
Open your soul
Let the warmth to boil the Blue.
If you're coldhearted,
Then maybe it's hell.
But being vampire
Is better than hunting tail.
Дитмар Даркер 23.04.2016 21:12 • Заявить о нарушении