Demosong1 Poem by Alien Zoo

Demosong1

Rating: 5.0


Falling to the bottom of the deepest well
A ritual, against me
Whispering a curse

Still falling

It's the little things make the big go spoiled
(Under a spell)
4x

I Fell down the well
A pit of dispair
Get me out of here
this hell hole I've been in

I see bones (break the curse)
human bones (under a spell)

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