Come to meet me please my love,
Where the darkest angels lie...
You caress my back gently,
Brush back my hair...
Thinking of the pain of thousands,
Alone I sit atop this hill...
*Do not read if you have not read parts 1-7*
"Follow me dearies," the old lady said...
Wrists are made for slicing
bones are made to brake...
Follow the moon
Follow the darkness...
Once upon a time,
In a kingdom far away...
This place is not good,
This place is not right...
You are the one,
I suspect...
God, of gods,
Hear my cry...
Your identity is a mystery
Your voice is like a lullaby...
I’ve fallen from the sky
I’ve fallen from so high...