Poison of Time
Drifting through time
With no quarrels or cries.
The air full of sorrowful sighs
At the quick passing
Of our short lives.
Our days ending
And our hearts blackening
From the slow poison of time.
Drifting through time
With no quarrels or cries.
The air full of sorrowful sighs
At the quick passing
Of our short lives.
Our days ending
And our hearts blackening
From the slow poison of time.