sitting on a cold stone floor she cries out "can anyone help me?" knowing that no one can hear her
sitting on a cold stone floor she gazes longingly, painfully at that intangible paridise
sitting on a cold stone floor shakled by an irrevokable curse she cries out "Is there no other way?"
and there is none
sitting on a cold stone floor she grasps that unforgiving rose and is finally free
sitting on a cold stone floor she weeps as thorns pierce her skin whilst crimson emotion pours out of her
lying, empty, on that cold stone floor drained of all that was once her she has finally gained that paridise
lynsae4 · Sat Dec 03, 2005 @ 07:44pm · 0 Comments |