"Fingers twist into charcoal like the fires of last night.
You no longer dance with the rest of us, you're only ashes in mid-flight.
She screams, I am insane.
I whisper, You are too blame."
Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 12:06 AM UTC
"Fingers twist into charcoal like the fires of last night.
You no longer dance with the rest of us, you're only ashes in mid-flight.
She screams, I am insane.
I whisper, You are too blame."