clouded covers fill this sky.
Lips like a rose heart like a blade.
Tender lies from her world,
.... That never seem to fade...
Touch her so soft.
But she bruises so easily,
Tongue like a snake, sharp stake with the mentality.
Mentality to steal, hurt, break, and care for no one.
The only number she knew was one plus herself divided by the souls she drowned.
Like a leach to cold veins,
nothing comes out!
The last calls for her life were,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry....
tongue like a snake, sharp stake with the mentality.
The mentality to feel, break down, and care for someone...
That precious one thing that would haunt her forever.
That No One who reminders her of these motions, motives, and pains.
She die's a cold heart never to have changed.
Let me go, Let me go...
As air becomes lucid from her grasp.
Laying their cold where it started, On her back!