The Strings Of Misery
Here I am again at this door… This accursed door that only bare markings of vanity It leads to nowhere, but if open my madness...
Here I am again at this door… This accursed door that only bare markings of vanity It leads to nowhere, but if open my madness...
It was before the dawn when I stared at this literal shadow of my former self And sewed into my skin was the un-repented shame...
Magnify the magnitude of this modified motif - a masterpiece posed in motion Manipulating my vision, thus be stilling my eyes upon her image A...