--------
Through the soft shades of Summer fused together
by the strange seasons of the City
The stationary is stained with all my failings
The bedlays new cold and empty as a casket
Your body left it's shape upon the sheets and
little else
i shall dress my room in the colours of sadness...
Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com