5 acessos
Whisper to me the lullabye that can put me to rest. What sweet secrets do you scream? (death comes to me). His symtpoms arise of a chance to end this suffering.
I can't see my time with these ocular lesions draining my soul. One last dance with the children before this harsh winters comes.
"Go into the ground", [it whispers] this winter whispers to me.