Washed
in Sorrow
Sorrow,
the blue rivers of desire,
Its icy fingers grab at my heart, pulling it far into the distance,
The hunger for happiness has a deep sulfur smell,
Just as the whispers of deception seep deep within my mind,
Hovering over me, watching my life drift away,
Then, just like the rain, it abruptly stops,
Leaving a rainbow behind.
Its icy fingers grab at my heart, pulling it far into the distance,
The hunger for happiness has a deep sulfur smell,
Just as the whispers of deception seep deep within my mind,
Hovering over me, watching my life drift away,
Then, just like the rain, it abruptly stops,
Leaving a rainbow behind.
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