He felt pain rain through his last vein,
After that sharp sword slay his heart.
He stitched an inch to fix the slain...
Relaxing, inhaling the stench from its dying sore's cut.
After that sharp sword slay his heart,
He tripped on luck, flipped his heart; a buck for a game...
Relaxing and inhaling the stench from its dying sore's cut,
Though a part, he sits on this bench to enjoy her shame.
He tripped on luck, flipped his heart; a buck for a game...
Stephanie Sinclaire watches as Silence Becomes of You.
Though a part, he sits on this bench to enjoy her shame,
Wondering if she has a clue.
Like Stephanie Sinclaire, he watches as Silence Becomes of You.
Felt pain rain through his last vein,
Wondering if she has a clue?
He Stitched an inch to fix the slain.
After that sharp sword slay his heart.
He stitched an inch to fix the slain...
Relaxing, inhaling the stench from its dying sore's cut.
After that sharp sword slay his heart,
He tripped on luck, flipped his heart; a buck for a game...
Relaxing and inhaling the stench from its dying sore's cut,
Though a part, he sits on this bench to enjoy her shame.
He tripped on luck, flipped his heart; a buck for a game...
Stephanie Sinclaire watches as Silence Becomes of You.
Though a part, he sits on this bench to enjoy her shame,
Wondering if she has a clue.
Like Stephanie Sinclaire, he watches as Silence Becomes of You.
Felt pain rain through his last vein,
Wondering if she has a clue?
He Stitched an inch to fix the slain.
Written by: Nana Kweku-Sekyi Supamahn
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