the wolves fly above the skyscrapers
willing to find the ones who were left
staying cold alone hiding feelings behind
the door in their
cursed and corrupted minds
eyes are swollen
laying heavy
those forward steps
i regret in
them
the unwanted desires
i became the one who i hate the most
if only i wasn't the one
before
the sunset comes
and i see your face
above the mountains
and below the sky
the clouds are silent
but when i shouted
at the violent sea
i crossed the line
the wolf became
the victim
sheep slaughtered it
and all my feelings died along
except my love
to you
my mind went somewhere
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