For you. . . Dearest. Darkest. Beloved. I worried over your grave. Hurten. Destroyed. Thrown Down. I worried for the best of it. Scared. Helpless. Tears. I worried when I thought "What is worse? to spill blood? or to spill tears?" Loyal. Forever Loyal.
You
Beautiful I say. Craving you like the sweet taste of blood.
I could never really let you go. Promise to try not to stay away from me.
Your the music to my ears. Strumming softly against my heart.
CHOKETRENDKILL · Fri Nov 24, 2006 @ 02:59am · 2 Comments |