The dark araises
calm hands shake and i lose control...
The hunt begins
Shaking hands slowly move down...
A family
no love,no kindness, no joy...
She slithers across the grimy earth,
This is not where she belongs...
I am a mystic reverie and a star of nightfall
I wonder what slumbering children dream of...
As cold as truth, her azure eyes are
Against her cheeks so rosy red...
Another day has gone by and back to my bed i go...
Don't you dare go out at night,
There out you are not safe as in light...
Everytime somthing goes wrong
or theres just nothing to do...
With special paint and brush.
a wound could be closed shut...
With nice little twist,
I slit my wrist...
Many times tears are shed,
does it make us dead...