15 July 2012
Its dark...im sat by your door Some may call it stalking, id say its more An adoration is better..one of continual dilusion Where bodys have entwined and souls sparked a fusion, The blade rests on my thigh so light, Your shadow brings solice to the pavements dark light But just as the night is drawing to a close A flower must perish...like summers last rose.
Im sat by your door
Watching • Opuss № I