lay me to rest



Ifeel it's cold touch.
it's slithering in my head
as the dawn approaches.
i think i'll be dead

tearing trough the walls of lies.
fading to next level of excistence

my skin is so cold!

marching trough a graveyard looking for some rest.
a place to lay my head. cause the pain inside me keeps groving.
my life is nothing but agony and failure. so lay me to rest.


tearing trough the walls of lies.
fading to next level of excistence