Hallowed Butchery Of The Son
Depression's Auphotic Embrace
and they were right when they claimed that this earth was flat.
for just the other day i fell off it's edge into a darkness, where i sat.
a place where veins are pumped full of whiskey and lungs full of smoke.
a place where its victims only hope is that they make a collapse or they may choke.
From Letras Mania