a fool till thy end screaming from within running from thy sin...
wounded bleeding left for dead full of dread must lie in this bed of deceit
but why sumthing so sweet the purity of an angel falling from thy graces
those faces of cruelty reaping weaping dry thy tears open them eyes
they all remain in disguise..
sans amour nous sommes des coquilles vides.......
Kari Martel "Saphira " Naughty
- 16 years, 3 months, 17 days ago
