Flowers painted with blood lost in a mistold love equaled by inspiring violence i envy to carry silence
and the fingers slide upon a cold knife ready to slice
as u cut a hole in my life and wimper shall invade as death claims your name
with great impulse i didn't care to think that the flowers were for me
darkgothic_queen · Tue Sep 04, 2007 @ 06:57pm · 0 Comments |