Cold unknowing hands press against my lower back,
A soft sigh escaping my trembling lips...
A brave fighter, thats me
Searching and killing what I fear the most...
Live in virtue, no desire
In the grave an angel's choir...
A soft blanket of snow slowly
settles over his body. His eyes...
Crunch of snow beneath your paws,
Crunch of bone between your jaws...
Time stands still
a silent kill...
Hay there stranger
I wish you'd look my way...
A simple sin not lust but more
that ripped across my sleeping from...
A tall slender faerie draped all in black and deep...
Across the way shedding tears was Nissa. Docile...
He felt like cherry blossoms
In the coming fall...
She puts ton of make-up on
wears cloths that show everything...
Blackened,
Sickened...