2 acessos
Condemned to the gallows
Goodnight
Gripping the brightest grid
A surgical drive to increase the noise
Ice cold realization of the silent wind
Slowly drags me up into a splintered reason
Emptiness
Engulf me
Align the love inside me
Let misery wake me
Search low
Abandoned
The creaking floors cry out below
A limping glimpse of next steps
The fog showers the last light of day
Destroy the wooden frame
Trust the creaking sounds
Seek the tunnel to walk high above
Search low
Confront the night
Warm blood drips on cold snow
The curtain surrounds logical thought