Once I pay a visit,
To the place I lay in rest;
Dawn upon the tomb,
Where my bones decay;
My soul wanders further,
Yearns to touch wonders;
In every notorious breath,
I lay upon the mightiest kiss;
Oh! How happier I seem,
Without a body to hide;
If you ever feel,
Look around to find;
I ask of those lost souls,
To come visit My Grave.
YOU ARE READING
The Rotten Calamity
RandomWhat keeps you alive when you feel rotten from within? Crawl through every layer of your skin to unearth the parasite that has been feeding off of your soul. Oblivious to your sufferings and pain, the mental breakdown after reminiscing memories that...
