The warmth of the sun is my enemy.
The glow of the stars are my dreams.
The mirror beckons for my heart.
The touch of him is growing cold.
The white rabbit mocks me.
The pentagram is child's play.
The tears become my oceans.
The lies become my reality.
The fears are my comfort.
· Sat Jan 04, 2014 @ 02:08am · 0 Comments