I want to wake from this fantasy
I have no control over...
Her lips as red as roses,
her skin as white as snow...
Moon waning,
Stretching it’s mighty limbs...
Look for me in the ice palace,
Shimmering through the night...
'Sun's demise is sumptuous,' you whisper in the...
Pensive and warm, seeking me with your Light...
She gracefully pulls back again
pulling her teeth out of his flesh...
Hear me now, child, for my limbs grow so cold,
Decades of struggle have withered me old...
The end of the day has come,
As the once blue sky grows dark...
Theres something soothing,
About that drop...
One day i took a walk,
and left my body behind...
Watching the sulking sun,
Looking back, slowly sipping rum...
A low voice through the trees
Singing so sweetly...