BakaDono

We can't escape this hollow ride... painted black to calm our fear as walls and celings collapse over us... feel the chill... when these wings we ride failed us... shall we fall from midnight skies... and as the rain pours down... pulls on damaged wings... pulse skips as secured laced fingers pray the tighter we grip... will save us from these broken wings... we'll dance in fear of our own lives... that which our eyes contain... hidden behind these masks we renegade against the sound... we'll let our voices slowly fade and ring out... gently swaying with our bodies... fall down... race upon us... hammer into the ground... so we dance among o

You're a do as I say not as I do indescribable curse of a person, Hey there, lovely, do you, remember me? It's so hard to read your mind, talking to a phantom... haunting... vacant... frightening really. Tonight I am the martyr, in my glass we're born. I'm a little sentimental dear, waiting for the moon, and I don't want to go to bed it seems like such a waste, They'll always ask you what do you, want to be when you, row up? but you can take them by surprise, look them in the eyes, and say, A child! As I Sprawl across the duvet... cloaked in naught but air... I'm the dark side of you... dieing for my sins... like