She dresses in black everyday. She keeps her hair simple and plain. She never wears makeup. But no one would care if she did anyway. . She doesn't recall yesterday.
Sometimes, for a moment of bliss. And the passion, we're craving. There's a message we miss. Sometimes when the spirits left alone. We must believe in something.
Sometimes, for a moment of bliss. And the passion, we're craving. There's a message we miss. Sometimes when the spirits left alone. We must believe in something.
Daybreak. at the bottom of lake. it's a hundred degrees I can't breathe. And I won't get out. 'til I figure it out. Though I'm weak like I can't believe.
He seems alone and silent. Thoughts remain without an answer. Afraid and uninvited. He slowly drifts away. . Moved by desire and fear. Breaking delicate wings.
There was no time for pain. No energy for anger. The sightlessness of hatred. slips away. Walking through winter streets. alone. . He stops and take a breath.