Your Tears
Always Hanged
Next To Mine
By The Dark Moon
Always
A Needle
Pains Me Inside
Your Skull
Always Filled With
Tears
Mixed With Fears
That Always
Bled Blaring
Red
That Always
The Undead
Feed Upon
Your Screams
Fill My Life
With Terror
And Always
Filled With
Abandonment
Of Sorrows
Of The Night
©Lonewolf
~Paris Styron~