Constant anemoia
Grieving joy never known
Scarred hearts now cursed by the
Nightmare of the love
Wake up
Exist in parallel constant Hell, I built
Beauty in broken stone
Kingdoms crumble to rubble
I can't f*cking watch anymore
Spit out his soul
Her eyes could clearly see
They're what they swore to never be
Haunted, the 25th
Waking paralysis
Comatose, still conscious
No control
Obscured by the grey skies
Addicting misery
Suffer in silence now
Sculpting out my Hell
Gone, can't be found
Lost inside of my mind
Ten, Twenty-Five. The day it died
It died
Spit out his soul
Her eyes could clearly see
They're what they swore to never be