27 black umbrellas in the morning rain. As they lower her coffin I realize I can’t recall her name. Preacher says something about ashes and
She was compared to madmen and the vampire. She had unraveled yet became twisted inside suffering mindquakes and the calling compulsion to conspire with forces
Wine. Smoke. Passion sensation Euphoric elation Empty satisfaction Wake up alone. Every tear misses you. Messy replacements Broken connections. 6 numbers dialed. No. My soul
Red. Red and afraid. Born to die. Living to fight. Fighting to forget. Red. Red and alone. Alone and trailing. We go. We run. Red.
Driven by desire. Fueled by heartache. Burnt by your fire. Caged behind haunted eyes. Flickers disguised as trust. Blinded by the brightness of your shiny
Ride squire ride! Stride for the glide. The chase is on with breakaway til early dawn. He heard the maidens desperate song. He called he
So this is how you thought it was done this is how the game is won for every thought you had to fake and every