The rising moon....just really spooky ...
the world upon your shoulders
how do I live, how do I breathe, when you’re not here I’m suffocating
I hear the beating of the hearts around me, Sweet is the vital pulse that gives us breath.
Mephisto Wien
I always knew that loving you is a losing game
Now the day bleeds into nightfall and you’re not here
We had dreams that were worth dying for
Aux armes, citoyens!