Luyện nghe bài hát The Closet

Grief continuing, decending
will to die, fettered by life.

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

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

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

He as he sighed.
His memory by frames of dead and lies.
His viewed from afar.
His wrists carried a myriad of scars.

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

Four walls beacame your coffin
In a grave built by the sea.
tears have caressed my cheek.
A lone anemone, abandoned me.

creaks open
Your is found.
beings
abounds.