She is full of undying passion
her heart full of untold stories...
We have a fixed fantasy
That we can't escape of...
Look up, look up lost fairychild
leave the horizen far behind...
Discovering things you couldn't before
some bizarre form by the corner of your eye...
I don't recall a memory
i merge into your world...
Black tresses flying wild in frenzied gale
enchanted spray of rainbow mist...
At the end of a forest
In the dead of the night...
Dreams are good,
dreams are bad...
Love me,
my razor blade...
Many times tears are shed,
does it make us dead...
With nice little twist,
I slit my wrist...
With special paint and brush.
a wound could be closed shut...