|There seems to be a problem here. Brutal suns and heavy days beat mythological times and feeling into silent scream. Retreat.
Burden the feeling, close the fault.
I still feel the same.
When nothings left, and no one to hurt. I will become invisible.
I need the pain to see through the obvious. Maim my recollection as correctional ability.
In the depths of my eyes. Retreat.
Aparantly calling me to nothing.
Pease find me.