She's decorated with skulls
Engulfed in darkness
Her aura screams death and weeping
She writes until she falls
And she sings until her voice leaves her
Her voice is described as the one in which persuades you to leave this world.
She's a beauty to behold, her long black hair rests at her sides.
Some call her a cult leader, others call her Satan.
Her best friend on the other hand,
He's bright.
Colors cascade him everywhere he walks.
Flowers grow with his gaze.
His aura is filled with music and love.
His blond hair is messy and he keeps a book at hand.
His freckles and bright blue eyes attract even the most dangerous of men.
Some call him love, others call him God.
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC
She's decorated with skulls
Engulfed in darkness
Her aura screams death and weeping
She writes until she falls
And she sings until her voice leaves her
Her voice is described as the one in which persuades you to leave this world.
She's a beauty to behold, her long black hair rests at her sides.
Some call her a cult leader, others call her Satan.
Her best friend on the other hand,
He's bright.
Colors cascade him everywhere he walks.
Flowers grow with his gaze.
His aura is filled with music and love.
His blond hair is messy and he keeps a book at hand.
His freckles and bright blue eyes attract even the most dangerous of men.
Some call him love, others call him God.
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