Burning blood on the street
Neck-break speed, kiss of death
Oh what fate, bitter or sweet,
Do you plan this empty shell to meet?
Neck-break speed, kiss of death
Oh what fate, bitter or sweet,
Do you plan this empty shell to meet?
Golden fairy smells of hell.
You looked away, her tears rained
The yearning was for love, not pain.
The screaming chorus, the heavy beat,
Sound just like my last lullaby.
Why my love? I wonder why.
If only you'd opened your heart
My love, I'd be home
You ****, I'd be home.
6 comments:
What made you write this? Hmm Hmm tell tell?
You sure you want to go to a mental asylum?
multiple personality disorder i suppose :P... Don't worry, I am not in any such situation, one of my other imaginary sleves is :D... wrote it when i thought... what if this happened?? :p
mental asylum?? under consideration :p
i loved the ending...
and as far as the mental asylum thing is concerned...aren't we already there? :)
wow .. n .. ouch
good to c u back !
infinity... thnx.. :)
and yes, we're already there, just mortal conventions which, supposedly, r to be catered to :)
seul...
thnks,
it's good to be back :)
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