Daddy has dreams
of me going to college...
Daemonic horde ushering from fiery gates
Terror and destruction in its wake...
She crawls through the door
shivering...
I was 14 years and 9 months old when I first...
For all you who've never been there, Godden Green...
My head is level with my feet,
I'm in my bed I'm fast asleep...
Burn me into radiance to fuel my youth
I shall wilt into this fire...
I am looking for the answers blowing in the wind
For a moment of peace, the issues I would rescind...
Happiness,
tranquility...
The air smells of sandalwood
and fills my nose...
Devourable, cool, thickness,
Like satin, wrapped around...
Short and simple....
Whistling in the wind...
I miss you more and more everyday
i wish you would have decided to stay...