It's dreary overhead, when it's clear that you love him. A thousand more emotions, you could conjure on a whim. So see a reason why I sing? To exhume the demons beneath my skin! I escape the haunting's of this dream through love and other things. To change maybe not the movie but possibly this scene. To escape all the things I make but couldn't keep, the keep which now I sit, high atop my peak, on a throne for ruined kings.
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 5:53 PM UTC
It's dreary overhead, when it's clear that you love him. A thousand more emotions, you could conjure on a whim. So see a reason why I sing? To exhume the demons beneath my skin! I escape the haunting's of this dream through love and other things. To change maybe not the movie but possibly this scene. To escape all the things I make but couldn't keep, the keep which now I sit, high atop my peak, on a throne for ruined kings.
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