Memories fade, Love not to linger, A mess was made, You pointed the finger.
Till death do us part, So in death will I go, This knife both end and start, Let the blood flow.
I smile at your framed face, The last image in my head, Your outline my eyes trace, Then I slowly lay down dead.
Radix malorum est cupiditas.
Fauna Fox · Fri May 11, 2012 @ 03:37am · 0 Comments |