Wheighing my soul In your memory there are words unspoken. In your memory there is a promiss broken. And if there is a sky where the angels meets the ghost. And if there is God, I am the one to hurt you the most. In your silence of your violence. Your adolescent desire. As I can see, you're still here and you pretend to be. As I can see you're still here and we are meant to be.
Reason for writing:
I get inspiration from a Norwegian rock-band called "Seigmen".
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