Beautiful Nightmare

Lips like the fire she burns.
Eyes like the water shes drowning in.
Voice like the lullaby she plays.
As soft as the rose petals she holds.
As harsh as the knife shes addicted to.
As cold as the rain she stands in.
As alone as the graveyard she walks in.
A beautiful nightmare.





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback