by Arcassin Burnham


When an apple smashes,
She aches,
The guitar strums,
Bloodlust gets in the way,
The attention is centered on the dark ones,
As darkness melts off you,
Fading /\/\/\/\/\/
Fading,
And when you have your rotten days,
You can always call on me,
I could take the pain away,
(Angel of heaven)
Saving my life was all I needed from you,
Now let me do the rest,
And when you have your rotten days,
I'll be,
On,
My way,
To save you back,
I'll do my best.