It is weird,
so unnaturally we love,
black is the routine of the unnamed society –
slaughterhouse of my dreams….
i see you like myself in the mirror.
we are one….
endless one…
It is weird,
so unnaturally we love,
black is the routine of the unnamed society –
slaughterhouse of my dreams….
i see you like myself in the mirror.
we are one….
endless one…