Most kids are afraid of dark, clammy rooms.
Where you can't see a thing except your sadness...
Silent thoughts left reminising,
Sober blades and scars from kissing...
Screaming eagle looking tough and dangerous
Held in restraint by the fishnet on your thigh...
Brandishing his sword
He swings it fierce...
Light emitting from a distant room...
Sneaking through an open door...
Right in the middle of barren land
alone with my tears i stand...
Shes sitting alone,
in the middle of the night...
The Sweetest Kill
An enchanting touch...
So many attempts,
yet so little time...
Wrap me in your wings,
scar me with your nails...
The moon is sleeping high above
A caravan in winter 's cold...
Sometimes i think I\'m crazy
for the things that go through my head...