28 December 2012
A locked door
A rust razor
A towel stained with red.
A folded note
A broken mirror.
A young girl lays there dead.
Emotions tangle, and the room begins to swirl.
She was mommys perfect angel.
And daddys little girl.
Opuss № I
28 December 2012
A locked door
A rust razor
A towel stained with red.
A folded note
A broken mirror.
A young girl lays there dead.
Emotions tangle, and the room begins to swirl.
She was mommys perfect angel.
And daddys little girl.
Opuss № I