Smiles so feign
So secretly bruised
Inside threads tangle.
Actors all scream
The playwrite begins
Thrush the talent within.
Hush, hush
Boast of your gift
A delicate box in my hands
hush, hush
A delicate box in my hands
That I crush.
Time had been murdered
Upon her somber
As her lips formed colors of trembling
Lurid words stirred between blankets
Not a man but an essence had shivered against her fragile frame.
Where were the eyes of sapphire?
No azure to be found but a gaze of secret nightfall.
Guilt is a painful pleasure.
im so bored, people...im laughing at everyone and everything...*
I like chicken I like liver meow mix meow mix please deliver
If I were free,
would you run to me?
(You know who you are)