An endless breath of suffering
with the worthless heart beating.
Down to the misery of my life
it's like that I want to burst from inside.
Burning my soul to ashes,
crushing me, tearing me
The breath of sorrow is always with me.
Cursed by the day when I was torned,
making me numb and cold.
Spilling my blood on the thirst of importance
when will it end?
This endless breath of suffering,
This breath of sorrow. . .
and the endless pain I kept inside
When will it ever end?
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