Waking up every night
thinking about those words...
The Past three years,
Those love, turned to tears...
As the night falls , my eye reside
To the girl on the other side...
Push me up the wall
Or up or an iron grid...
Being pulled into the dark abyss,
A hand gripped me...
Silence is always noisier then noise itself. |
Black engulfs the dying light, as thee falls. On frail wings of vanity and wax. ---Alesana |
Love, Is the mother of all misery |