I see the moonlight in your face reigning...
And Werewolves in me are howling.
My cursed virtues shape-shift to demons.
Hellen...
If daddy hadn't hit mum's face.
Should he have played the guitar for her like in movies.
Maybe I could have found a meaning in you.
For now, wearing his shoes hurts both of us.
Flee from me, Hellen.
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 1:23 PM UTC
I see the moonlight in your face reigning...
And Werewolves in me are howling.
My cursed virtues shape-shift to demons.
Hellen...
If daddy hadn't hit mum's face.
Should he have played the guitar for her like in movies.
Maybe I could have found a meaning in you.
For now, wearing his shoes hurts both of us.
Flee from me, Hellen.
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