A quick, sick, quiet tune
Struggling for breath,
dying for room
Vivid memories, words with swords
Broken ties, pit of lust
His eyes were light as ice
they were as cold as his heart
His touch draw blood across my skin
Portraits, patterns, landscapes from within
A fragile dreamer, a shattered heart
My soul, my body, he tore apart
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 12:52 AM UTC
A quick, sick, quiet tune
Struggling for breath,
dying for room
Vivid memories, words with swords
Broken ties, pit of lust
His eyes were light as ice
they were as cold as his heart
His touch draw blood across my skin
Portraits, patterns, landscapes from within
A fragile dreamer, a shattered heart
My soul, my body, he tore apart