Slaughtered; In a constant daze,
How the hell did she end up like this...
I wonder will they ever look back
will they stop and think...
Darkness wraps around the white rose,
petals fall from the delicate flower...
A bloody cloak twas draped upon scorched shoulders
I lay barren, within a hopeless, romantic moon...
The moment slips through my fingers; Lightly...
Taunting me so carelessly - Like those words...
With haunting silence,
I follow the steps you've made...
Scarf of death
Venus smiling before my eyes...
What else am I left with, but knowledge,
and memories ridden with pain...
I beckon that of my demons
Surrounding my existence...
I am a red flame
I am the raging fire...
Empty, does it make a sound?
falling forever, will she ever hit the ground...
Collections of memories, emotions, reflections,
reside in the psyche, "an immaterial part of...