Do you believe in fantasy?
A realm of flaws and ecstasy,
Pure creation as far as the eye could see.
Do you believe in odysseys?
Or someone as odd as me?
Standing in the shadow of a hangman's tree.
Do you believe in what you see?
If what you see is me?
Right before you, with one bended knee.
If ever you're late at night and carefree,
come and play with me,
and I'll sing you, my nocturnal rhapsody
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Toxic Orchestra
Misterio / SuspensoWhat happens if one's afraid to sleep? Or if they go too deep? Will you take that leap? And once again sleep?
