I see the life at the edges of your eyes,
I know you bear no ill tidings against me but the rot will spread regardless.
Spilling over like a cacophony of coffins thrown into the pits.
A meager soul devoured, luminous being no more.
A waste, but not a shame...
I see the life at the edges of your eyes,
I know you bear no ill tidings against me but the rot will spread regardless.
Spilling over like a cacophony of coffins thrown into the pits.
A meager soul devoured, luminous being no more.
A waste, but not a shame...