Naked on the floor staring at the door oh how drearily I implore you to keep my company staring... wearily I wonder why my artistic might has run dry I can't comply to what 'they' demand of me really?... How, how my heaven and hell seem to both gleam as they fuse without a seam together at your departure
How naked, oh! at your heaven my hell staring I demanding I tell you secrets that prove my sanity How I wish you would stay so that things were really as they seem.
12/25/07
demonlover11 · Tue Apr 29, 2008 @ 04:20am · 0 Comments |