+Goth Clubs+ - No Seeds Sprout from Tears; They Look at Adversity from Within Translucent Shells That Shield Them Until the Rotting Sets In. Lyrics

by Tanpopo Crisis
Album: 36 Reasons to Die. Death's Invitation 
he did not speak but cried

in his sleep... tortured eyes.

he poured salt in gardens

lying still, burning too

maybe he was weak at heart?

misery drove him to part from you.