A Prison For The Dark-Hearted
Each time i make one cry
Anoşer one dies
For my empty struggle.
In şis limitless emptiness
Souls cry for şeir freedom.
In şis damn prison of mine
Trapped all i cared for,
Trapped all i value.
What kind of love is şis?
To waste all you owe...
02/03/2000
Uğur Özbala
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