Desire For Solace
Desire for solace
In need of dispensation
Allow me to see the end of this winding road
Lost among this December detour
Cold clouds beat before me
Following me into the darkness, i chase these words
Devour them as they choke upon my last breathe
Slipped beneath the road
I gaze up for i am trapped
Crushed below the surface
In need of dispensation
My desire for solace
Paralyzed, Disensitise
Copyright © Green Trees | Year Posted 2011
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