a slight tingle beneath the skin
let's little out and little in
as memories flood of where you've been
they will forever whisper alice
when what you knew you thought you knew
is no longer holding true
as mountain winds are passing through
on the breeze they whisper alice
*a ****** of crows are left behind*
on this the darkest of lives
they fillet the soul but leave the mind
as the beat of their wings whisper alice
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 8:09 PM UTC
a slight tingle beneath the skin
let's little out and little in
as memories flood of where you've been
they will forever whisper alice
when what you knew you thought you knew
is no longer holding true
as mountain winds are passing through
on the breeze they whisper alice
*a ****** of crows are left behind*
on this the darkest of lives
they fillet the soul but leave the mind
as the beat of their wings whisper alice
for my friend...alice
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