Flicker reflections that don't slide
Ashes of grace that don't hover whisk in the air
Southern trees dismayed in the dark hasty flaming bargain of ornament forest coated with a sprinkle of delight and fairness
Sire would you grant me the dagger that gashes through the bones that are scripted within the bone of ancestral suits that hang fitted beneath the stray figure of apprehension
Goth of tragic stories
Promises of forbidden desire shall not change one status
The sorrow of glory is within the blood of old flesh that is sparked within the flutters of resentment and frustration
Deluded and acerbity of the strip just doesn't provide the evidence in the highest prison wall that screams names of allures in the system of liars
Watch as I slip away into the dark
No one will comprehend whether I am even there
As I am just a quick commune of one hope and desire
Don't ever wait for me because it's not gonna lead to a happy ending sire
It bought for pennies a tariff where goth of sadness doesn't crave a person's systemic lupus erythematosus lush green orbs
We dress her up in lovely gowns allowing all the witches and vampires to pour the potion of mystery but the chances are only five
She's easy on the eyes
Her soul is black and it's a fact
That her sneer will eat you alive
And the buyer always brings her back
Because all she does is cry over the whipping of one torture in the dark tunnel of solidarity, politicians never buckled away as the mysterious doesn't just allow you to be alone
One wrong move will dictate your future in pain and loss or even your dead body being bustier in the caveman's house
The actress demanded to know who is the lord that wants to capture Camorra
Who was the bare white chick that was forced to drink the potion just to spend the summer with the lord
Has the kid in the dark alley ever heard about the Ndrangheta being the leaps of tentacles that hold its bond not just within in source of Sicily town but told the outer surface
A correction was the most dangerous organization that was bound within this group of the strongest criminal
Why wouldn't the earth source won't die with the art of love
My shoulders were heavy yet I pound
Being captured to finish the mystery as the sin is deeper than what love was as a word that is not taken seriously
You can't take it back, it's good as gone
Well, flesh amnesiac, this is your song
And I hope what's left will last all summer long