My King Gets No Gold
These tired eyes sick of mourning...
Kneeling on a dirt road,
Her sinful tears are full of sorrow...
The world is a dreamy haze in her eyes,
But deep inside something dies within this lie...
The dawn broke gently, on a face so fair
Yet trouble was conceived, as you played wanton...
Blackened sun in empty night
Cast prism moons through broken eyes...
Santa took me for a ride,
up upon his sleigh...
(In the end instead of the word coin.. or...
You look into my eyes, dark and dead as disco...
Goddess of Night
Silver crown on her head...
Look at his smile
so full of glee...
From a distance I watch the world
Sitting on the mountain top...
Do u have h.w?
do u like h.w...
Laying in a meadow,
The blue haze above her is littered with sunlight...