A quiet grave
A lifeless tomb...
In my mind there is a place
One that I long to be in...
Her eyes are pretty with
a deadly disease...
© Mariah Bartlemay 2006
Into the darkness we sweep...
How can someone so beautiful and perfect be a...
the smooth black hair as I put run my hand through...
I'm in a place were theres no light only dark I...
Lock up in this chamber
With two broken wings...
My dark fantasy,
Is all I can turn to...
1. Two black swans embrace,
Cradled by the whispering wind...
1.
It was a lonely ride for the knight...
Blood smeared words written on her attire
Of the one she'd loved the written art of her...
As the moon glows like amber fires
i run wild and the cravings i desire...