ASYLUM OF ROSES
Hospitable and delighting demeanor turns to blood strings within no time,
spring leaves appear to be forsakening breath by all...
for the truth in me and my life is crime.
Injustice will be done,
a massacre is what i wish for, though the void never transposes..
This...
spring leaves appear to be forsakening breath by all...
for the truth in me and my life is crime.
Injustice will be done,
a massacre is what i wish for, though the void never transposes..
This...