I felt the blood drip down my hand tonight like one big splash into my palm
With the blade the separated the skin from my sins and all the dreams were
let go
And the tears the fell like rain drops on the Silver Star nights.
Flowers that turned to ashes before your eyes.
A flame that lights up inside…
Words can not be spoken for sins can not be feared
Ice only happens during winter when summer is filled with fear.
Fear though love is just a faint whisper that death may be near.
And it lingers as seeds float in the wind
Finding its place of rest...
To end when seasons begin again
AS fairy tails of wild prince’s on horses
Rescue me from my nights of forbidden thoughts
Born with angels wings
Turned to stone with a every lasting love
The knight on his white horse
Come to my rescue
Where the sun will shine on cold winter nights again.
Nightmares will pass on by with the wind
To find another empty soul to play with




 
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