pair of cracked snowflakes bleed behind a veil of crimson butterflies her face is a heaven littered with dead angels i bathed in their blood slept upon their severed wings imagining a place called innocence i see flashes of pale skin writhing in bruised ecstasy i am the immortal disciple of a dying god each time she forgives me it becomes easier her smile has gone and in the bedroom there is only the hollow scraping of skeletal lovers dreaming of skinTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
