A tiny weak child
Held in the unforgiving arms of destiny...
Soft,
snowfall...
Bare soles planted firmly upon bemire hilltops
The breeze passes auburn strands along her eyes...
The monsters are due out on Maple Street tonight
They gather around in their circles jeer and fight...
Smoke filled room
Blinding flashing lights...
There is a corridor placed
in a run down building...
Burn your anger with fierce torches,
for it shall never go away...
"Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief"...
I begin to plummet into a nightmare's song...
A horrid recollection of lies flailing past my...
While holding this trophy
my heart glamours for joy...
She walks a lonely road with different thoughts in...
she cant believe you lied and said the words you...
It's become so easy to see the anger shining in...
Just because you dislike everything that I have to...