...In Her Tomb Beneath The Soundless SeaThe crashing waves become whispersListening to her pounding footstepsIn the sandAs she paces the shore.Now she wades between parting watersWishing not to liveAnymore.The birth of shame in living life,When death came at birthTo the one who never lived.A wandering soul inThe wanderer's soul itselfWhere a baby used to be,She wanders over her sandyTomb beneath the soundless sea.
for such a short stature
After a while, it's just not
even fucking funny.
I hope you enjoy tearing me to
pieces every chance you get.
ME FUCKING GUSTA<333