With loving passion, oh your radiance. A serenade I cry. Your silk lined coffin the lachrymatory. To hold a mourner's tears. . Ethereal splendour. Pale skin and down cast eyes.
Your good intentions are boring, take me away. If it keeps you sane, is that ok?. If I played it safe would it save me?. I'd like to get some rest now if I could just ignore the truth.