T.D.H. (Thy putrid soul purified)

The Devil Himself
(Thy putrid soul purified)


The scent of my breakfast is yet to fail me from waking up
From the slumber I shall rose, and thus my dreams I gave up
With the chirping sound that I always considered melodies
And drizzles softly kissing my window panes old memories

Where’s the sun, where’s the moon?
I walked into daybreak like it was just like the afternoon
For awhile I thought it was all just a dream for me
But how wonderful really the reality is as I can see

Once again I shut my eye
Time really does fly
For when almost it had me believing
That I am still a person worth forgiving