harvest
stay with me a while,
rise above the vile.
name my final rest,
poured into my chest.
into the orchard i walk peering way past the gate.
wilted scenes for us who couldnt wait.
drained by the coldest caress, stalking shadows ahead.
halo of death, all i see is departure.
mourners lament but its me whos the martyr.
pledge yourself to me ,
never leave me be,
sweat breaks on my brow,
given time ends now.
spirit painted sin,
embers neath my skin,
veiled in pale embrace,
reached and touched my face.
neden bekliyorsun?
bu sözlük, duygu ve düşüncelerini özgürce paylaştığın bir platform, hislerini tercüme eden özgür bilgi kaynağıdır.
katkıda bulunmak istemez misin?