I'm hear in my room
all by myself...
Alone here at dusk as swallows migrate,
And the night sky is all mottled in red...
Dreams are for dreaming
Plea's are for the weak...
You think that you can get me,
You think that you have me scared...
Wandering in dark forgotten streets like her...
She fell into an impasse...
Tears run down like razor blades
and trun into flames...
Cider salaries
suppressed to redress...
As these desolate nights pass me by, I tightly...
Manipulating my prey each and every day, thats me...
Fantasy; deep desires roar,
The blood of the mountain, deep inside my core...
50 hands on my back
fingers crawling up my neck...
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why!! (shaking his head...
There are whispers around me
Those little voices telling me to let you be...