How faces change like the seasons, and how I miss your spring. I tried to sleep through winter, but dead roses still have thorns. Up in flames you seemed
Hold on to everything you have, before it slips through your hands. Untold the story of the blood, shed to serve desires of greater man. For all the
Is it our convictions that separate us. The Scene that we live for should liberate us. The eyes that you stare with are sore and searing. The words that
It's time for getting down. Into the room like an illusion, in the corner of my eye, the light reflected off of your glass, onto the base of your neck
And I can make you happy too. Her lips like venom, her eyes so deadly. Beneath a fire that burns blue, a heart untouched, a heart abused. You hurt like