Whyeld EnsalmnheiahDeal the endless night,Whyeld Ensalmnheiah
feel the arcane. Cringe at the sight of pain, inside your gut. Wander the moon, I can't feel it. Annoyance and anger, heavyness comes but my mind is ablaze. Those old Arabian nights, bring me no comfort as they did in days of yore. Noti, Foroso, Sumbrosia. On and on in the eyes of the night pulsating numbness in the dreary time. Pain in my eyes on a bed of fire. Cool ocean breeze is beyond me. Music of the soul, tonight I desire. FUCKING SHITTY T.V,
god damn it all... Desert nights in that beat up old Doorey, w
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