A lonely angel stands atop a high hill
And down his spine runs a cold chill...
Sitting all alone
Tied up in a dark room...
Shadowy figures,
full of cold and dark...
You sing a lullaby to your children
soothing...
My pain is cutting.
my pain is the laughing...
Fallen angel with broken wings.
Of pain and sorrow she often sings...
I feel your skin with the tips of my fingers,
Chills run down your spine as the sensation...
Listen…can you hear me weeping?
My tears suffocate my breathing...
Underneath Your Bed
By Mark Spencer...
I have bitter and twisted secrets
Raging wars in my head...
Deeper into the shadows, I crawl for you
Ever searching for "Love", I wonder the...
I can see you but you can't see me,
The demon inside is raging to be free...