04/22/14
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with