So here it goes, the final hour of my twilight the veil of black falls over the sky and the moon shows in the night, revealing the creatures that come to destroy what I have created. And in this time I fight Calling out as I cry running short of precious time, With burning scars of hatred that left me to my lonesome, I've found that even in my dreams No one is there for me Not myself not she who laughs as I run so I won't die Watching with her hateful eyes As the screams are silenced because all of who were once have died The world through her mind has been revealed, will I remember this at all As she plays me like a toy fooling with my feelings threatening the boy, But in this night the sun may rise, and I may wait for this nightmare to return once again, for I can hear their cries.
XxLatent_NightmarexX · Sun Oct 11, 2009 @ 03:28am · 0 Comments |