When my dark sanctuary resounds in his voice. I am filled. I'm alive now. Black fragments of consciousness. I am a man made in the image of god. Then why am I failing? Shouldn't I be more perfect? Making no mistake in my life. Life should be in harmony. I should be a spiritual man.
Meanwhile, I'm in this shit. I change in people crying like me.
Crying like me, like me, like me, like me
Does it seem multiple to you?
You start backwards again. You take yourself again and lose it. The loss is huge in our hearts. /// ...