it was no more and no less
than a call; blinded by trust
i followed his trace
no shadows can guess
my grief to come.....
the stinging touches never ceased
until i felt sedated
my mind was broken
in the corners smirk two demons
at this dangerous scene
awaiting for some tears to be shed
some blood to fall from struggle.....
stairs echo, steps sense one aproach
nothing is felt.....
i froze.....
ever since,
decomposing~
crying inside a lullaby
to engulf the horror
and forget.....
snow now is falling into my heart
back then was scorching my conciousness
a pair of wings i cannot let go of.....
i am a good child, am i not?
[a broken mirror always forgetting to reply in time
set this mind straight.....nobody can go out to save the past]
