Noleeu

A music box sounds while I count all my days I will not fall on that fantasy again It is a clear and frightful agony Of course I got memories but this one rotted little by little I cry, alive tear everything in symphony everything near rumor every sound like mirror it is a noise, agony the true ocean crying every voice, simphony see that wound tell me that was not you look at me and tell me that you cannot see loneliless I am falling on darkness I hear the answer just when I tread the bottom Save me adjust this one...