My Dear Nocturnal Queen

by AlexBlythe   Feb 27, 2008


Since the day I felt dead in the midnight
Full of pain
Crying blood around twice
Asking me, where was I?
Whats the matter?
Taking care of the nocturnal queen__
Its all blurry, its unclear
Can't distinguish
Full of dreams
That we dreamed
Down in hell
She can't handle
Its lunatic
From the binds of the night
Hiding feelings
Constant feeling
That occur..
Its imperfect
Can't be real
The light can touch my skin
I can feel it
And I like it
Its killing me slowly
I prefer that
Instead of hurt you
My dear nocturnal queen

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