shes weeping. come to me princess
Open your eyes, and weep weep weep
I cant move, I can only stare into her eyes
Her porcelain cheeks calling out for me
She’s the grayest shade of sick
When the rain forgets to fall, but the sun never shines
She rots beneath her cherry lips
She haunts me. Cracks on her heels begin to bleed.
Now shes only one footstep away from me
More hollow then an abandoned dolly in a toy chest
The moon burns out.
I can see the water behind those eyes.
Come to me.
And weep weep weep.
My beautiful girl, you are safe here.
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Vices.
- Back Street Crime
- Brothels & Mistresses
- Gorlesque
- Literature
- Martina Cole Novels
- Pirates
- Rum
- Sushi Train
- Vokda
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