White Deeds of your last past Makes your reputation worst All here bad no goodness Flesh eat best, soul can't rest Night dance, morning sadness Smiley face, burn inside Seems like perfection is Your own thing To busy comforting your zone With one blink you might lose it all Centuries stored wine you can offer to drink The water of life still you can't reach What is wrong with you? Wrong with your choice Choosing this green hell Over your lost paradise. ©Sup_holster paradise #sad_quotes
