Lletres: Forced To Die Inside. Words Are Salvation.

Isolated between the walls of solitude.
I cannot let go of the air I've inhaled.
Guilt guides my path to freedom.
Here we gather to amend.
Slowly I decay into nothing.
As the sun moves across the sky.
Anticipation controls our mind.
Some of us deserve to know that we have been fooled by old friends.
This is not the end.
Your time has run out.
Don't bring yourself down.
Some of us deserve to know that we have been fooled by old friends.
This is not the end.
Words are salvation brought by temptation