She lays, a recluse
While she ponders, with her noose
Awash in a delusion that she cannot escape
A feeling, almost like fate
Strangely enough, she will not heed
Her existence, is indeed a need
~T.P.W.N.N.~
She lays, a recluse
While she ponders, with her noose
Awash in a delusion that she cannot escape
A feeling, almost like fate
Strangely enough, she will not heed
Her existence, is indeed a need
~T.P.W.N.N.~