Sing me a song, a sweet chilling song how I love its embrace, when It leaves your lungs, it brings me to my knees, when you sing such sweet songs..
As days go by I feel, a calming sensation fall over me. I shall call my peice the lovers for that's, what I've seen. they shall be the true appreciation of love, the meaning of forelorn for she shall be my Eve and he my adam.. I've chosen the best. a love that can never be that shouldn't be; for she's the night to his light my sweet willow how you love your Paul.. I shall paint with your blood, a beautiful mural. One so intence it shall scream love is true , love is rare. She's his beauty, and I'm there beast.. oh willow wail for me,chill my bones, for tommrow comes. Your lovers a waiting and your monsters a maiming,I'm your darkness and there's no sharing..
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My, What A Pretty Face
Gizem / Gerilimyou would call it horror but u would not know true beauty even if it spat in your eye..
