every evening
as i breathe your company
i travel backwards and ahead upon a carousel
a flower in the fog.
there, i am the honest bleeding of the night
i am the only grave you once slept in
to hide from the other skulls
nevermind my twisted trunk
cause i'm the only tree you climbed
to build a house...
1 comments:
its like even tho you're glowing.. still, there are plenty in you.. ill, might be the tic or might be the tac or is it just your heart, deep down hurting like that forever in the dark, wishing there was a way, to get away from all that pain, glowing still bleeding ill, i bet you'll have to feel, every single drill, your heart will scream, when you like a flower will blossom disire with every arrow at every hour of your tic tac tic tac tic tac
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RbMYOrz6yrs
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