A fading hope Like wasted dreams Spiraling down... Molting feathers... Leaving scars...
Fluctuating eyelashes Clicking I’ve got to get your eyes off me Pink as lovers A lovely curiosity
Stare the chaos Look in the sky Can you see that See how clouds cry Can you feel their sorrow
There are no exceptions Not even roses In life... Everything... Grow...
In terror Shakes her soul In a twisted fear of shame Calling in a distance But who is there to blame
Sharp fangs Shining in the moonlight For the mundane creatures Causing a fright Vampires of the mist
Pulsating... Rapid breathing... Trembling flesh... Swallow but nothing but a hollow d… The curtains won’t shut
The famous quote... I’m sure you all can finish that s… So it seems like the truth. Metaphorically speaking. Throw the stones.
Halt this refuge Saved from penetration As love falters sky light Who isolates this savior swaying in the dim surrounding
Black river I cross, Salt trails across the grave. Piercing my deepest wounds. Serpents temptation guiding me, Black sharp talons engrave my birt…
Solace... How lovely The sound rings The word Flows smoothly
In a tilt of ties That follows And dreams in sentences We crack a nature As your heart refines
I watch you With eyes that see deeper Deeper than what mere light shows I want to tell you so much But the words linger
This orb you hold Grasped tightly in your hand Sapping the life... the strength From its miserable youth... It beats not for life
Within the abyss I see your façade My heart twisted Frigid soul Turns to stone