The moon was sat tight
After Dusk’s light...
Gather ye lilies, Spring daffodils
Tie them up all in a spray...
These diamond tears flush dreams of love away
Betrayal but a tea that burns my tongue...
A stolen soul
And a heart to match...
Sometimes,
the wolf isn’t the bad part...
It wouldn’t be
the kind of magic you shoot...
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. |