Much depends on the shoulders of the dark curves. These demonic angels breed hatred, love, lust and we call them just words. Possessing the power to consume or imprison. Causing some to indulge in doom, when all was needed was some to listen.
(2000)
A house standing still Resting quietly on a hill Widows where the light once shined Penetrate no more with the blinds Concept of laughter and frolic
My dark side is my bright side And My bright side Is only seen with people I like