Can't escape these fears,
having these nightmares for years,
The beauty of death
The calmness of a last breath
The essence of a wilting flower
the rush of having complete power
The grace of a falling tear
the silence of a gunshot to the ear
the eeriness of a slice to the skin
the pleasure in finding somewhere else to begin
having these nightmares for years
wont escape these fears
 
Copyright © crimsonsmile, All Rights Reserved