has been labeled par darkness.
Your birth is your death.
toi have died a thousand times
in your heart,
death shines in your eyes,
following toi like a limpet.
You've died,
though toi still breathe,
but life is just a shadow
of your past,
toi don't see the life.
Your road is spiny,
hope is smothered and distant
to your sight.
You're on the road,
but this road is your life,
and this life is a burden of
your fate,
and past never dies until toi die.
Your road is full of thorns,
empty and abandoned,
like your heart,
like your life.
The jour of your birth
has been labeled
par darkness.
It's everywhere toi look,
you're on this road alone
and this road is the burden
of your fate,
past never dies until toi die.
