Whenever I cried, it was in your arms
You held me so close, away from all harm...
I gaze into your half open eyes
Trying to look past all the lies...
This is just what i belive, so if you are...
.
In between elastic ticks...
She is mysterious,
an air of intrigue surrounding her...
Blood red is the shadow round your eyes
as you look out on dying skies...
If I could be carried upon the air
twirling and flying, and wave at the moon...
Her smile collapsed under the gentle touch
from that hand, pale like carved from milky jade...
I've twisted elements
to match the sparkle...
Dead mans toe,
Bubble, bubble, bubble...
What inferno is this
that Dante's eyes transfix within my soul...
If it's in a word, or if it's in a book
you can't get rid of the Babadook...