Dripping, red and true,
Sweet and sticky lust...
The pitchers that i see,
There on the wall for you...
Growing up in Smallville, living life a lie.
Ill give him credit, he is fly for a white guy...
~ Puppet Strings ~
By Nicole Pirri...
Theres this hole I've come to known,
deep down inside of me...
Time goes on either way,
Time strolles on mno matter what we say...
Your terror
far more than i could have guessed...
Open my grave
and let the sun shine in...
The inner demons deep inside his soul.
What he doesn't know...
The steps they quicken,
There coming fast...
Sable hair, raven eyes
Doesn't see her own beauty...
Dreamer, day and night
By day, my thoughts float away...