When the sun bids goodbye
And the world bears down with fatigue
Reality knocks.
White masks faces
Red cries rivers.
The heavens salute the undead,
The price paid by the childless and orphaned.
TinyPurpleMe: Part Two
When the sun bids goodbye
And the world bears down with fatigue
Reality knocks.
White masks faces
Red cries rivers.
The heavens salute the undead,
The price paid by the childless and orphaned.