The beauty broken
Without bone
The flesh rotten
The hunger laid on stone
And through your darkest nights
The devils still trembled at the sights
Of the neon lights of Paris.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Soul
Poesía"Write something and it might be worthless, Paint something and it might be wordless, Nonsense verses Pointless curses, You'll see purpose start to surface, No one else is dealing with your demon, Meaning defeating them Might be the beginning...
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The beauty broken
Without bone
The flesh rotten
The hunger laid on stone
And through your darkest nights
The devils still trembled at the sights
Of the neon lights of Paris.
