Black tears, blue tears
Red tears, who's tears?
flowing out to form
morbid words.
...
As I sit
waiting for midnight
I think of you.
I know I could creep into the dark, frozen silence.
...
Just another girl, walking down the street. Just another girl, tripping over her own feet.)
Gemma
Gentle
Excellent
Magnificent
Mistress of magic
Aching inside