19 years Old, Live in Copenhagen. |
Fairy Tale
Fairy Tale...
The walls are Grey
Its cold and moist as a winter day...
I was a prince once
With a kingdom of dark and beauty...
The tears ran free from her cheeks
As she begged for his life...
I'm chaotic carrying caresses
Painful, powerful, possessive...
So here I am once again
back to the pen...
Knock, knock, my conscience standing outside my...
Drop, drop, my tears won't fall anymore...
Scream, come now scream
let's finish this fairytale like a bad dream...
Follow me home again
take me back...
Forsaken somewhere within
drinking words unspoken...
I have heard thy reasons |
Whats left fighting for, if we kiss our cheeks with the lips of Judas. |
The Brave Do Not Fear The GraVe |