IceBox

Quickly fading; coming to an end, reminds the mind of the undying sin.

Knowing true intentions; unravels mostly in conversation.. . .

eep straight the path that leads to light;

when everything seems to turn into a fight.

Leave it be and let it go what isn't meant to be that turns so cold.

Lies come around way too soon when the darkness around the moon comes to a closure right along with you.

Bother not around petty mess, noone has time for that..