jUSt sOme raMBLinS

[aY iT's dARk]

as dark as the cold soot in the fire place
thicker than the tar in my lungs
a blindman would stumble over stones in here

[Voices]

They try to convince me of everything untrue
Awful things, evil things, things I would never
think Constantly hearing them for peace I yearn
They make the very essence of my soul burn.

[mY LiFe iN 7 wOrDs]

Fall
Shatter
Break

Pieces

Rebuild
Restart
Repeat.

Fall...
Shatter...
Break...

Pieces...

Rebuild...
Restart...
Repeat....

mY liFE, iN 7 wORds?
bY [SeTh]