guilt can’t stop us,
not like this.
now, i cannot miss.
unreal and evanescent,
time does not move.
his will,
surging steady,
drives our rhythm
closer, closer.
faster!
i’ve got to hit his heart.
thach weave, pt x
guilt can’t stop us,
not like this.
now, i cannot miss.
unreal and evanescent,
time does not move.
his will,
surging steady,
drives our rhythm
closer, closer.
faster!
i’ve got to hit his heart.
