Down into the pits of hellish pain
We find our spirits falling...
The moon was sat tight
After Dusk’s light...
Gather ye lilies, Spring daffodils
Tie them up all in a spray...
Would it be justice
to declare...
Tears of laughter in the dying light
The good all hanging from a great height...
She shrieks within the confines of the night,
Her hopes and dreams crushing, as if her bones...
Never let the demon |
I could say I was hurt, but it wouldn't be true. However this knife in my back reminds me of you. |
I lay seeped in darkness, yet I still reach for the stars. |