I Digress

I Digress I'm striped inside from the ambiance of your love out of the dark conclaves I digress shadows merely block the experience we seek to honor the dead faces filled with lead the plausible quest to a happy encounter instead we foster feelings of hidden ambiance does love really exist or are we here all alone love is the truest essence of my mere existence Perhaps this is the land where Nero tread still we dig much deeper then ever before a given chance at which to explore what hurts you the most down deep inside four walls that block my faced exterior the mystery lies beneath the sod I tread a Peyton place with the walking dead