Sometimes it feels like my soul is a record...
Not some fancy state-of-the-art machinery...
Fading.
The setting sun...
Tho' I have aged, her grave appears as new;
Instilled in time with time that stole her youth...
We beg those who bring themselves close to death...
I'm falling. Stumbling and tripping over my feet...
I am walking along the beach
cold foam is hitting my feet...
I succumb to the overwhelming shutdown
and my mind begins to slow as I realize...
Tell me you bloody love me one more time
Don’t let me go onto death marching...
If I could die before I wake
It would make the world a better place...
She lived within a cave dwelling
past few years or so...
Death-
He comes in forms of fake smiles...
Thrown bombs
Ball of fire...
Waked up early by a frantic
Tim, my road buddy...