How can someone so beautiful and perfect be a...
the smooth black hair as I put run my hand through...
© Mariah Bartlemay 2006
Into the darkness we sweep...
Her eyes are pretty with
a deadly disease...
In my mind there is a place
One that I long to be in...
A quiet grave
A lifeless tomb...
Caught between this and that
Unable to see right from wrong...
When you have lost or broken your doll
When you throw them away...
Walking through my dreams
I hear him whisper my name...
Through the darkness of space
the wind on my face...
She looks with her devil stare
She glances at your touch...
The stars will cry.
Red tears tonight...
She is the queen of the night
She show us the way...