Fallen as storm fear
fatal forget the ghosts of loneliness crazy hands
and if our reality surreptitiously tempt blasphemous?
is necessarily lost angel
crow looks fluctuations of the sun
penalty before the ghost clouds dreams
forget the shadow of ...
fine wine tempt lethal
pain rose leaves still
It hides the resignation
not looking for one of our dark life of pain
at the end of lonely as the time after losing time with my dreams seem to wolf
dancing desperately existence since
storm cellar spit particularly on hunger
just look how happy the alien
follow the sun
Do you not see it?