blood in my hair can't really remember what yr face looks like makes me sad but i can't really feel it, y'know? i love yr sick veins i hear yr heartbeat in my brain wish i could feel it i wish i could feel something at all
Tonight is a night of sorrow, a night of loneliness. Songs of death loom in a dark forest. Wolves vent their struggles. The beautiful one awakes. Wisps of death surrounds her pale form. A timeless dread fills me. Her inky black hair cascades over Frail ivory skin. her full crimson heart aches. Black tears streaming, streaming from her wrists. Tonight is a night of new life.
out of the dark further, further pushing on still through the street in a patch just to see you and meet the glorious sun soak in the warmth as the first light of day drifts over us and I start to think maybe this is home, here with you in those shining pale rays, just us and the problems of the world seem so distant when we can just sit here, looking up at the sky, alone, together, enjoying ourselves and so utterly at peace and that is a life that I think I could get used to
My grandmother once told me A fantastic story Of moonlight that was lost From beneath the moon's pale frost She said it floated off at night And turned into the small pale lights That I now see in the sky Brighter than the moon's dim eye
Oh stars in yonder sky Born of moonlight, learned to fly You left La Lune behind Gently weeping faded light