Lucy Snowing Debauchery
Fevereiro 07, 2020
Isis Erzsébeth Báthory
We are only here for a split of a second
Visions of a platonic love.
Defined by the tune of his life we were
I couldn't say no to the river running within his eyes
I know I should have run, yet I stayed besides him
At intervals he was loving and we were alone in the world, just us.
And then we weren't, and silent agony would set in
a giant icy wall in between us, that could grow taller than highest
Mountain on Earth
Along with that came the feeling of absolute emptiness and
Magnfying agony.
For how long can I keep on pretending to be strong?
I don't know how to explain, but yes,
I am falling down...