7 acessos
Ascending from your fallen past
Life it's the same
Attending to a loneliness
For you, never
Through channels of uncertainty
A rise of denial
This sadness is positioning
As Fortune's snares lay me down
In a dream despite the air we breathe - serenity
Grip the dead hands of the last
Detritus invades
Indefinite the consequence
For you endeavour
To aggravate uncertainty
A rise of denial
This passion wont forgive and ill fortune tears you down
All that's been ignites
Suppressing me, serenity