Keltarn کے بول

Is it all over? Am I just a joke to everyone? That loneliness that invades me and haunts me everywhere Old friends who swore to be there, just resting on broken promises A world in which no one is free, no one trusts anyone Everything is broken, everything is destroyed, but am I my personal destroyer? Is it? Spiritual appropriation, you're my master, I'm a pawn, but what if I don't want to be? Darkness only surrounds me in a feast of blood in which rests my spirit, new moments, new memories (without color)