Forgive me for what I'm not
For I know not what I become
Traded places syncing faces jaded
By the lovers lusting rust.
It was far more then beautiful
But to livid to be love
Retract as the instincts we lack are
Driven out by the fevers we hunt.
May 12, 2012
May 12, 2012 at 2:45 AM UTC
Forgive me for what I'm not
For I know not what I become
Traded places syncing faces jaded
By the lovers lusting rust.
It was far more then beautiful
But to livid to be love
Retract as the instincts we lack are
Driven out by the fevers we hunt.