Branches swaying in the wind,
a gentle reminder of the cold...
Branches swaying in the wind,
a gentle reminder of the cold...
Darkness played
Disguised as a whisper...
Our own little fairy tale
Our own little fairy tale...
When you lose something,
you might get mad...
I've walked a mile on broken glass
Through charred coal and stinging ash...
Confessions Of A Female Serial Killer.
Perhaps this heart of mine has ached too potently...
Its exhilerating how the blade lays on the skin
and you push down...
I'm angry,
I'm upset...
Darkness converges
Unsuspecting souls...
Colors and lights in a sea of dark, Reflections...
In the backwoods you hid the goods
And I stood watching as they disappeared...