In the closed in room where the walls have eyes The stars,the skies they tell no lies Auspicious in the light,present in the dark No honest man can leave his mark Feel lost and cornered in a room that is round Where inside emptiness there is no sound In the darkened flight of an endless night Shall then they come to seek what is right For when they come,they are then long gone No longer are there words to fill the song From time in the beginning,to the essence of life The heart has been cut out by the golden knife
Reason for writing:
greed
Birth sign: Taurus
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