fu*king gloaming

Januari 15, 2009

“Rescue me from me and all that i believe. Our hopes dead gathering dust to dust. In faith, in compassion, and in love. Goodnight, to every little hour that you sleep tite. May it hold you through the winter of a long night. And keep you from the loneliness of yourself. Heart strung is your heart frayed and empty. Cause it’s hard luck, when no one understands your love. Yes, I am waiting. In silence throne. My blood of treason. My tears of home. No more a feeling. Than being cold. Of playing on. Just let me out.,”

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