Pathetic prose and paltry poetry
‘tis all that escapes the cage within me
Noisy numbers, withered flowers
‘tis all that remains of the hopes that plagued me
Being is burdened,
‘til death embraceth me
Pathetic prose and paltry poetry
‘tis all that escapes the cage within me
Noisy numbers, withered flowers
‘tis all that remains of the hopes that plagued me
Being is burdened,
‘til death embraceth me