From whence the dying flames were defeated
Cometh those whom were consumed...
Overcast weather lands upon the banks of time
A traveller packs each precious bag of supplies...
Santa took me for a ride,
up upon his sleigh...
In The Dark Of Night
I Fly Through The Trees...
Out from the light
Of the heavens it came...
Above the clouds high in the sky
There was one fortress of great size...
His life was a farce,
he always wore a facade...
The room was that of pastels tainted
with the shimmer of iridescent whites...
Clear eyes of crimson red,
A broken hearted angel...
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I curse the day I met him
When I began to fall apart...
Someone as a kidnapper
to tie and bind me tight...