Officium Triste
Single • 2024
My mind, my soul, a poison garden These thoughts inside are getting darker Every minute, every hour, every day Always there, they never seem to go away These questions and thoughts inside It seems they trace back to a past life In a fog the memories hide Blinded by hurt I’d rather die The pain inside I cannot stand Losing control, I’m at my wit’s end My mind, my soul, a poison garden These thoughts inside are getting darker Every minute, every hour, every day Always there, they never seem to go away My poison garden
Submitted by The Void — Nov 08, 2025
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