• praro94 6w


    It woe my soul, This pain is of breach,
    My heart is crucify, And the aeon is snafu,
    Moirai played vile, The one who used to
    Guffaw endlessly, Now bawl in dark night.
    I just crave your presence, i vow i will never brawl.
    And my benevolence drill race for you restlessly.
    And i would enliven you up and make you smile.
    And would always sing the lullaby.
    As your absence still scratch my soul.