Thank you for the venom, because it's not a fashion statement, and you know what they do to guys like me in prison. Kill all your friends because I don't love you, and this is the new s**t. It's a long hard road out of hell because this is how I disappear and runaway so you can leave out all the rest. You're always with me, but where we went wrong was out through the window. We're all alone, breathing in sequence, and this white light is something else. The world is black, so don't hate me, because this is just a hymn for the dead and we're dancing through sunday...but home is nowhere.
Morgana The Heartless · Mon Sep 03, 2007 @ 02:47pm · 2 Comments |