the attraction of the lady of pain
a promise made in vain
oh her deep beauty in the morbid light
her fiery eyes pierce me completely in the dead of night
a dress made purely of tears
a hold on those who are content is their fears
her lips plucked from the charcoals within a heavenly burn
the bitter comfort of her hug in which I yearn
she holds a flower which wilts with intent
that which she deeply laments
Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 8:51 AM UTC
the attraction of the lady of pain
a promise made in vain
oh her deep beauty in the morbid light
her fiery eyes pierce me completely in the dead of night
a dress made purely of tears
a hold on those who are content is their fears
her lips plucked from the charcoals within a heavenly burn
the bitter comfort of her hug in which I yearn
she holds a flower which wilts with intent
that which she deeply laments