My eyes crave a sun so bright
a summer for my wilted heart anew
Blinded by the rays
fires of gold piercing my skin
Burning
Melting
My arms crave a mountain
of nails and ashes to drag my weak and fragile animation of bones
Set me on fire.
To become the phoenix
a harpy of the flame
My eyes crave a sun.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 12:14 PM UTC
My eyes crave a sun so bright
a summer for my wilted heart anew
Blinded by the rays
fires of gold piercing my skin
Burning
Melting
My arms crave a mountain
of nails and ashes to drag my weak and fragile animation of bones
Set me on fire.
To become the phoenix
a harpy of the flame
My eyes crave a sun.
