Here's a little story, about a little girl,
Once her eyes, were the brighest of them all...
Walking around, hollow empty,
All I feel is sorrow, nothing...
I slumber with Morpheus and he has his way with me...
Or so it seems in these waking dark dreams...
As of late
you have been on my mind...
elixir
poured into my soul...
+ + + + + +
+ R.I.P...
~A~
~tear...
She was always so loving,
Chemicals were causing her pain...
Ah, she walks through my youth
drawing me back to beaches...
I am plagued with routine regret
at a bedside where I exhale in the arms...
A phone call woke me up
this morning...
Red Death (Waltz Wave)
Red...