cycles ( fictional )
hands covering my eyes from a young age
but through the gaps i was still exposed to unpure rage
ears covered with the intent of blocking it all out
but i can hear the syllables through the mumbled shouts
now im older
as the cycle follows me like a boulder
shatters, crashes, and bangs echoing all...
but through the gaps i was still exposed to unpure rage
ears covered with the intent of blocking it all out
but i can hear the syllables through the mumbled shouts
now im older
as the cycle follows me like a boulder
shatters, crashes, and bangs echoing all...