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How come it’s sadistically silent, when all I want to hear is the duet of the moon and your howl? I’m no wolf, but my do we both have something in common. We both are star crossed lovers, of the moon. I may not entice myself to the law of time, but it never meant I stopped listening at night. And when you swear upon a deathbed you know one day, you’ll be slumbering in--- Just how many demons will be hungry for your ashes? Sure we have all have our filthy little secrets But since when are we taking them to our graves? And I don’t wanna whisper (help me,) at the stroke of midnight. ‘Cause if you struck that **** clock* 12 times, Lord knows how many shadows would feast-- On an empty girl at 12 a.m. Hearts are savage creatures, that’s why we keep them caged in our ribs. (*Even if our ribcages are secretly made of dove feathers.*) *Keep the hounds in hell dear, for me?* Because if that’s all your duet has to offer, than keep your lyrics. (But if you can sing, make me want to listen.     Wolf girl.)
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Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 3:19 PM UTC
No. 1. Detatched Moon.
How come it’s sadistically silent, when all I want to hear is the duet of the moon and your howl? I’m no wolf, but my do we both have something in common. We both are star crossed lovers, of the moon. I may not entice myself to the law of time, but it never meant I stopped listening at night. And when you swear upon a deathbed you know one day, you’ll be slumbering in--- Just how many demons will be hungry for your ashes? Sure we have all have our filthy little secrets But since when are we taking them to our graves? And I don’t wanna whisper (help me,) at the stroke of midnight. ‘Cause if you struck that **** clock* 12 times, Lord knows how many shadows would feast-- On an empty girl at 12 a.m. Hearts are savage creatures, that’s why we keep them caged in our ribs. (*Even if our ribcages are secretly made of dove feathers.*) *Keep the hounds in hell dear, for me?* Because if that’s all your duet has to offer, than keep your lyrics. (But if you can sing, make me want to listen.     Wolf girl.)
Movement No. 1. Written on December 31rst of 2014. You sunk your fangs into my heart how does the moon taste? Know that I will love you until time itself meets it's maker. © Copywrited
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Jun 7, 2015 at 3:19 PM UTC
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