M.T.(empty)
Silence evaporates anxiety
That stillness was killing the pain,
Doesn't bring myself to tell others
Its turning into pitch black from grey again..
Always desired to change myself
But wind never flew that way,
I realised Human life is ephemeral illness
And Sooner...
That stillness was killing the pain,
Doesn't bring myself to tell others
Its turning into pitch black from grey again..
Always desired to change myself
But wind never flew that way,
I realised Human life is ephemeral illness
And Sooner...