Never again
If I see you one more time
Restart
Winged
A shell of who I used to be.
the gardan of 'insert name of town'
conned
In those eyes
The ones once forgotten
heart in a tree
head in the clouds
the fallen angle
gardan of your heart
dancing with my ghost
weeping in the dead of the night
the crooked legend
crimson sky
the bitter taste of tears
masquerade
I wish you had stayed
beheaded
geatuine
now or in six years
continue to exist
died last yesterday
last Friday
over a cup of coffee
no room to negotiate
salt
blood, wings, and sunglasses
tricks up my sleeve
back from the death last tuseday.
aged
I have time
monsters have nightmares too
not a shred of the past left
burn it down
scares that tell stores of a past life
I'm smiling because I'm terrified
The guild of the blessed
