The devils flames lick at my toes
Waiting to نگلنا me in.
A little monster on my back, pushing me further & further.
Coming far too close to my end.
The place is hot
White lights glare at my eyes,
Trying to surface me
To my despise.
My bodie is burning
This walk with the monster is...
Delightful
My toes are burning,
My legs follow
My hips & torso feel his bittersweet sting
He whispers sweet thing into my ear
Telling me to come & disapear
His words are tempting
So strong and true
It only makes me think of you...
Breaking the surface of his black shell
Falling to fast into my own personal hell,
White lights glare and gleam in my eyes
My body stirs in the bleach white sheets.
His flames still lick at my toes
Slowly creeping down my body,
He's saving them, waiting to use them.
Waiting for me...
He walks now
His face a scowl یا glare
Wanting to take me,
Why would آپ dare?
I'm nothing, gone, useless
I only have آپ to tether too...
If not i would be a balloon escaping a childs hand
I May Be Something,Maybe Not
Waiting to نگلنا me in.
A little monster on my back, pushing me further & further.
Coming far too close to my end.
The place is hot
White lights glare at my eyes,
Trying to surface me
To my despise.
My bodie is burning
This walk with the monster is...
Delightful
My toes are burning,
My legs follow
My hips & torso feel his bittersweet sting
He whispers sweet thing into my ear
Telling me to come & disapear
His words are tempting
So strong and true
It only makes me think of you...
Breaking the surface of his black shell
Falling to fast into my own personal hell,
White lights glare and gleam in my eyes
My body stirs in the bleach white sheets.
His flames still lick at my toes
Slowly creeping down my body,
He's saving them, waiting to use them.
Waiting for me...
He walks now
His face a scowl یا glare
Wanting to take me,
Why would آپ dare?
I'm nothing, gone, useless
I only have آپ to tether too...
If not i would be a balloon escaping a childs hand
I May Be Something,Maybe Not
This is written about the perfect silence only found in the dead of night, and the feelings it inspires.
The عنوان comes from the تفصیل a friend of mine gave when we were stuck in the middle of nowhere at midnight and I found it sort of beautiful.
Enjoy (I hope) :)
Weighted air and winking stars,
darkness draped, tension wrought.
This night, this hour, is ours.
Silence chimes unspoken thoughts
that choke my mouth.
Silver moonbeams in glittering outline
surround you, and in our youth
this night, this hour, we intertwine.
I'd love to hear what آپ like یا hate.
Thanks for reading.
DietCokeGirl
The عنوان comes from the تفصیل a friend of mine gave when we were stuck in the middle of nowhere at midnight and I found it sort of beautiful.
Enjoy (I hope) :)
Weighted air and winking stars,
darkness draped, tension wrought.
This night, this hour, is ours.
Silence chimes unspoken thoughts
that choke my mouth.
Silver moonbeams in glittering outline
surround you, and in our youth
this night, this hour, we intertwine.
I'd love to hear what آپ like یا hate.
Thanks for reading.
DietCokeGirl