Elope with the sadness
now another lonely nite for you and I
Tearing the seams of my very being
They stand around in shrouds
The wind spoke of demons
I grip this rosary as if it were
a dream of you . Fleeting.
Each step formed a new river of death
THERE WAS NO HOPE ONLY AN ILLUSION:
The snow in my eyes and my face
lay on this dark and shattered street
Voices piercing from behind the stained glass.
IM RELYING ON DEATH TO GET ME THROUGH THE PAIN.
will you wait for me. WILL YOU.
......
Sometimes, just sometimes I do stare into the void in my sleepless nites. Wondering, just wondering... What if.
now another lonely nite for you and I
Tearing the seams of my very being
They stand around in shrouds
The wind spoke of demons
I grip this rosary as if it were
a dream of you . Fleeting.
Each step formed a new river of death
THERE WAS NO HOPE ONLY AN ILLUSION:
The snow in my eyes and my face
lay on this dark and shattered street
Voices piercing from behind the stained glass.
IM RELYING ON DEATH TO GET ME THROUGH THE PAIN.
will you wait for me. WILL YOU.
......
Sometimes, just sometimes I do stare into the void in my sleepless nites. Wondering, just wondering... What if.
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next, i don't know what i want to get tattooed. maybe some victorian whitework on my back. maybe not. i dunno.
my bf stole those wings from some drunk girl at a bar on halloween. i guess she didn't notice.