I am sorry,
Do I know you...
Turns out I have some questions
I pray you can give me a clue...
From the silvery ashes of the
worn-out poetry...
Skin clear, she appeared all firm and fair
no perm just jet black worms in her hair...
Deformed.
A coquettish moon lurking in silence...
I give this to you,
please...
You have the world before you
with the rich golden haze of fortune...
I hear the voices,
They will forever repeat in my head...
Another night of dazzling lights
And cunning attire...
GET OUT
Hate leaks through the cracks of my broken heart...
Shhh.. I am a secret, my existence is only to be...
Fair to one, fair to all
they ever do repeat...