Broken wings of darkness
Tear apart my wonder,
Of what it is in this moment...
Trust is just forgotten
And love grow rotten.
Black Wolf! White Wolf!
Leak my poison soul,
Cure me with mature control.
Open wound of secure
Stitching the illusion of being,
Of what has never been...
Projection is just a script
And memory a happy guilt.
Black Wolf! White Wolf!
Leak my poison soul,
Cure me with mature control.
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