Monsters are bumps in the night. I cannot help but stop and look at the soulless vampirism. Does it make you shiver?
By Raven Heidrich4 years ago in Poets
Bury it or burn it Leave it be Just get that filthy shit away from me All they do is make me cry Make me doubt Make me fail
I can't let them go I can't live them down They keep going through my head Like a hamster running around I see anger and sadness
A passionate kiss upon red lips A rose upon a windowsill Black ringlets down her pale spine Dark eyes shimmering in the moon light
A loneliness has left me unfond Of the wonders to behold In this life, I seem not fit Questions, but nobody can answer them