May I have this dance | Forget tomorrow | There is no email or deadline
May I have this dance | Forget tomorrow | There is no email or deadline
Piercing purpose | Here are arms, hands an leg and foot | Send your daggers
Pretty little lie | Come to us in our time of need | That we may find peace
Working so hard | To stave off the inevitable and empty | And it comes regardless
Lurking in shadow | Wet fang sharpened and shimmering | Monster pained with hunger | Predator’s eye fixed
Forever drowning | Under the weight of myself | All my mistakes | And a cloud of vapor
A dark horizon | Questions looming in the head | Forgotten fragrance
Listen big to the sound of God in her eyes. Can’t you love me right, head low, hurts and cries.
