In the tombs
the dead lay awake...
As the white lines past rapidly on the street as I...
clouds soaring dark and heavily over the roof...
I Am a Pisces:
I live in a fable world...
Known as the Lady of the Evening,
She sits quietly, waiting for her next casualty...
The moon in the sky glares below
onto the landscape of which it glow...
My skin starts to burn,
Blood and meat are what I yearn...
At the bus stop in the rain she waits,
Approaching her unseen and making no mistake...
Shining across the sky
after a gentle rain...
Feel the dark
A glistening eye...
Theres something farting in the tree,
wat could it be...
Sitting nea the black hole,
spinning outta control...
An angel full of purity and peace
Never wish harm on a heart beating beautifully...