i look through my window
and i see my life looking back
i look through my window
and i see what my could have been
i look through my window
and i see my death
a death so beautiful and serine
it looks like im sleeping
sleeping on a bed of satin
flowing down a river
a single rose between my hands
with red hair floating around me
like a halo
Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 7:25 PM UTC
i look through my window
and i see my life looking back
i look through my window
and i see what my could have been
i look through my window
and i see my death
a death so beautiful and serine
it looks like im sleeping
sleeping on a bed of satin
flowing down a river
a single rose between my hands
with red hair floating around me
like a halo
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