Rip your face off to hide the fear,
Blood dripping slowly you shed not A tear...
It all started with a spider
It made me think of you...
You always
want Roses...
Fragmented and afraid of what she lost,
Consumed with thoughts of what she's done...
Late into the night,
Close to the earth, the full moon is bright...
I've seen your kind before
I know what your about...
You pass through the prism of the Time,
Thine life is a segment of it...
She walks in the blackest of nights,
Blossoms falling around her...
Her heart is pounding as she walks,
She tells him she loves him...
She walks alone,
With Darkness in her heart...
When the burning orange in the sky...
I feel an anxiousness creep in from the shadow of...
In response to Reflexology by Kalakuta Republic
The beatings continue...