Only a child,
sitting on the stairs...
6 2 tall built man,
dragging a bag...
One small jar,
with one small soul...
I'm not a spell maker.
All the spells I cast...
This feeling of your lips,
as they touch mine...
This cold, blank night,
In existence...
The window,
So foggy...
The Internet,
Is not...
We were laughing like we always do
the melody sing songing through my ears, but tears...
She's scared that daddy's coming home, thats why...
She's sitting in the kitchen
watching the tap leak...
I've tasted blood before
I've been much to tired to speak...