So now...

So now my heart is stopped and covered, shielded by dragon scale...

So now my soul is stainless steel, but there is no point to stay.

My words are gold and maybe, god, that ship was about to sail...

These awfull waves and drunken sailors brought us like salt for sale.

 

So now I really need some healing potions they maybe help,

I take another portion to take care of my mental health.

This stinking city sitting - such an empty fullmetall hell!

Well, now i toss a coin to a fucking wish-granting well...

 

 

26.07.19 17.30pm