the laughs of the lost
sound like cries drowned by the rain
in pools of sorrow.
an endurance run,
they always search, never find
what they need the most.
A/N: it’s raining here.
the lost
the laughs of the lost
sound like cries drowned by the rain
in pools of sorrow.
an endurance run,
they always search, never find
what they need the most.
A/N: it’s raining here.
Chaos of Life 