"I'll see you along the way, baby."
Haha, but i'll never smile again so don't pick me up and suck my blood. 3 vials containing 16 little moons so they can see my heart and what's become of it. Oh, and your majesty calls upon me again. What will I be but damned to this darkest cave outside the village borders? This dance so still they put me on wheels, jingling skeleton rolled down halls and tossed into bed. I bled out a bloodless death years ago it seems, before I went to the woods to live deliberately and only with the essential facts: I can see and I can breathe. I'll lose each sense until the air rejects my lungs. A lost cause, blackened hands, put your arm out and let me find the vein. OH GOD, and there's the Secretary of State, giggling and loving me in the eyes! What will become of this? It hurts when angels dip down and tickle our ears and disappear after we fear that our hearts will peer around dangerous dear corners again. Fools! Look into my eyes and see your future. We see a lot of anger when they first come in, so we like to-----------
Wir bedauern, Ihnen mitteilen der Autor ist nicht mehr verfügbar.
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