Your apple has been rottingΦ_·

Crawl into the future
beside me, always stand
my weaknes\'s getting stronger
i reach out to your hand
challenge your depressions
accuse your silver cuts
the light is getting darker
theres poison in my guts.
the black around your eyes
gets bigger in my vision
the stages in dreams
yearn for your attention.
inside the burning sun
lies a darker moon
with no hope at all
but the hopes to see you soon.