To walk amongst the foolish and weary
Tired bodies of beloved mine...
Time stands still
a silent kill...
As you sleep, I weep
too much is seen, too much is heard...
His skin as milky as the moon
Shines through the stars...
One day, little boys were teched.
In the school of a little village...
You may find in your cloying dreams,
Sickeningly twisted figures invade your things...
Stuck in a story,
a legend never truth...
Linger longer, dearheart mine,
And warm me with your form...
Silver eyes hide deception and longing.
Deception within the silvery pools brings forth...
Blood dripped from a paper cut on my finger
that my favorite book gave me...
I'm sorry I was late,
I had to go slice some deadly cards...
I wish that she could see
What she really means to me...