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• Artiste: Lost-minded
• Titre: The Dark Ennemy
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my youth is a black storm filled with dark clouds and bright suns the thunder and the rain sweeped all the flowers up but now i can touch the falling ideas to gather the flooded lands where the weather dug holes like graves i wanna dig my own grave to lie my old bones in it and sleep in forgetness cause i hate seeing people cry rather than the tears from the world i'd like to invite crows and worms to bleed my filthy shell sickness and death made cinders with the fire that blazed for tender eyes in which my heart drowned itself nothing remains in my soul but this pale drawing that's as me dying in loneliness Time eats life as a slow murderer of art a dark ennemy who frets our hearts but it won't ever kill my memories that were my delights and my glories.