THE COMFORT OF DARKNESS
THE COMFORT OF DARKNESS BY BHENGU SS
A broken heart, its pieces scattered,
A kiss I crave from death's embrace;
My hand outstretched, yet never held.
Is this fate? Is this...
A broken heart, its pieces scattered,
A kiss I crave from death's embrace;
My hand outstretched, yet never held.
Is this fate? Is this...