when random thoughts suddenly make sense...
"I've nothing left to say, and you've already gone."
I grow weary of this dance
of knife in chest
then roles reverse
it seemed so pretty in my mind
but realities scars are sobering.
If I may be so bold my bloody Mistress
would you care to try some other dance?
I grow weary of this dance
of knife in chest
then roles reverse
it seemed so pretty in my mind
but realities scars are sobering.
If I may be so bold my bloody Mistress
would you care to try some other dance?