Give away the sun,
True happiness awaits
Darkness of the heart,
Held back only by your taste
If I can’t find meaning in the real world,
Perhaps I shall meet her in my dreams
First he learned how they thought
Then he learned to think like them
And with that he found great power
But the thing is, he no longer desired it
Lukewarm breeze blows
Leaves numbing sadness
Memoirs of wasted pretense,
Dearth of lover’s touch
DEMENTED THEME BY: FUCKYEAHADEK POWERED BY: TUMBLR
