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.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 10:07 PM UTC
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.
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