9 acessos
One circle of sun ago I saw in you some colours
Instead of 13 shades of gray
Today your name disgraced with your shape erased from pictures
Like 8th day of creation
When all is said, I prefer to hear only voice of silence
When air turns bad between us, breathing turns to self inflected violence
Turn away
Walk away
I slay and burn if you return to take some actions
Seek satisfaction, burn my core
A faceless one what you have become, just like dead man's phantom
You don't exist, You don't belong