Step into my helpless home
Carry me to my helpless bed
Where so many fires have blown
Hide behind my door and wait for him to come
...
She never screams
You would never know the pain
Until its to late
Everything's shaded
...
He is to me the reason the world still rotates.
His eyes dance around me like a shower of falling stars.
His voice is like a dead wind soft but intense.
His hair so soft like a field of wheat that calls to me.
...
Taken From Me
Why have they taken this form me? Swallowed down in to the deep dark depths, of the ruin he calls love. The place where love and hate combine. In which they commense deaths of the loved. Therefore creating a sickend madness of a spiraling downfall to a little girls intuition.