Dear reader please imagine
A picture if you will...
The moment slips through my fingers; Lightly...
Taunting me so carelessly - Like those words...
Over the mountains of thought,
Past the burning bridges...
A lamppost burns like heaven's delight
Beacon for calm on a busy night...
Since you have moved in, you are the most talked...
Your very dark hair, olive complexion, leads me to...
Blood, tears
Screams of agony...
Surrendering, offering, giving of my dark arts
Knowing that my blood stained hands grow idle...
Catatonic collisions of
catastrophic effect in binary...
The night falls in a heavy, suffocating cloak,
cold and alone are we...
In the valley of death, where the red river flows,
There stands a girl, holding onto a crimson rose...
When everyone turns against you
when theres no reason left to hide...
Drop the bombs!
Watch the beautiness turn to ash...