I essayed the death
The death between flowers
Perhaps you can’t be witness of the light
The light to come
Surrounding darkness
Feeling the whispers cut my skin
Being slave of madness
Feeling your blood falling again
I essayed the death
The death between flowers
Perhaps you can’t be witness of the light
The light to come
Surrounding darkness
Feeling the whispers cut my skin
Being slave of madness
Feeling your blood falling again
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