Luyện nghe bài hát The Closet

Grief continuing, clouds
Your to die, fettered by life.

Veins with pious blood, light shines through cracks in leaves
Sylvan branches rustle softly when the nascent breathes.

A tortuous path carved by rows of lilacs, excites their pale dead hue
The hangs her head in rue.

A harrowing night in May, the 23rd day of whispering
Cascade ever foreboding thoughts and drown smiles that express disdain.

He as he sighed.
His memory effaced by frames of and lies.
His life from afar.
His wrists a myriad of fucking scars.

Rosemary evergreen and safe hangs 'round hte of my throat.
In of his breath filched by a tousled, hanging rope.

Four walls beacame your empty
In a reclusive built by the sea.
Sixteen tears caressed my cheek.
A lone anemone, abandoned me.

Door creaks
Your is found.
Death
abounds.