I feel eyelashes on my cheek. They lacerate my flesh, a pain so good. So put your hand in mine, never let go. Never wake up, cause Im done with promises.
I feel it welling up inside and Robert Smith lied. Boys do cry and with, blood tears in my eyes. I'm an Anne Rice novel come to life. I can't hide the monster anymore.
These days are closing in, the end has become apparent. Were only here for so long, will anyone remember my name. When time has washed away, the dust of my ashes?.