Oh sweet Ellie, My Dear, won't you dance?
The floor, how it sings for your feet
To the treble's array, your gown it will sway
The visualist's golden retreat
Time, he has long been awaiting
The Night, he calls for your hand
The powder is stained, for it's silver that's rained
Oh sweet Ellie, we're drowning in sand
The bell, she has made her last call
Oh Night, how he grieves at lost chance
People decay, but Time's here to stay
Oh sweet Ellie, My Dear, won't you dance?
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 6:29 PM UTC
I want to be a skinny teen
With thick and flowing hair
Crystal eyes, a great disguise
A beauty that is rare
So if my lungs may call for smoke
Or my stomach for a drink
My teeth so white, will hardly fight
To poison underneath
My bones will wrack with tremors
From the colored, candy pills
Mistaked to be, my laugh you see
Anything for ugly thrills
To feel the ice of tile
As I lay down on the floor
The ****** pounds, of thumping sounds
Is this what I'm searching for?
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 6:32 PM UTC