IRC-Galleria

Lost in toughts of fire
Always burning like desire
Shadows falling down on your neck
Reaching to your critical vein
Dont worry, you wouldnt feel any pain
Shadows taking in like time

Fools cease to exist
Only running trough the veins within one another
Calling for salvation unseen
Feeding the exhaling fiend

Pay no attention to my actions
Feeding trough your soul
Dont mind the deep growl
Shadows taking in like time