When the faerie castle crumbles,
The clouds drained of the clear illuminations...
Together, we stand.
Against the night that inevitably...
Most people will not understand this b/c it is...
sounds are drowned out...
Have you found it yet?
...No? Just keep on looking...
I guess the satanic angel lost her wings,
There are rumors that the apocalypse is about to...
The rose, blown around by the piercing wind.
Wind, unrelenting and unforgiving...
Toward the ground, Sun finished its rounds
And with the hills did marry...
Figured it out yesterday,
Why leaves fall in the spring...
Pull Grab and Twist,
Make a Mess Out Of This...
Strokes brush her skin,
Purple blooms from fair...
The oldest story ever told is the new definition...
The birth of tragedy, you and me...
I sit here alone atop a hill
I contemplate my sure place in heck...