You won't be here in the morning light
But in the awe of dusk and woe of night
Baby will you hold me in my demise?
Can you stay still in my wasted eyes?
When my breaths are rough and broken
Sheathe me in your lies unspoken
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 7:40 AM UTC
You won't be here in the morning light
But in the awe of dusk and woe of night
Baby will you hold me in my demise?
Can you stay still in my wasted eyes?
When my breaths are rough and broken
Sheathe me in your lies unspoken
A dusky pink heart filled will malice.
