4 June 2012
Things are getting quiet,
Noises fading all away.
Senses shutting down.
Life's beginning to fray.
I hope that it comes quickly.
That I'll soon turn into dust...
My life's in the hands of fate,
And in her I must trust.
Opuss № I
4 June 2012
Things are getting quiet,
Noises fading all away.
Senses shutting down.
Life's beginning to fray.
I hope that it comes quickly.
That I'll soon turn into dust...
My life's in the hands of fate,
And in her I must trust.
Opuss № I