Of the ambience, of the poem
It darkens my soul to revel
with the beast of alter ego
Blind belief
Burning in the aura
of our satanic inspires
Just a river
Flow of the pleasures
we trap inside
Passing by in the endless
seas of sadness
Just A RiverOf the ambience, of the poem It darkens my soul to revel with the beast of alter ego Blind belief Burning in the aura of our satanic inspires Just a river Flow of the pleasures we trap inside Passing by in the endless seas of sadness |