Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away

you said I was an angel yet i only see the demon you said i had beauty yet i only see ugliness within you said “beauty in the flesh”

“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know

The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely

right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may

Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their

If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for

They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor

I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts

gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the