A song, for bitter_one
I'm lying in the shadows
Streetlight filters through the curtains
His voice starts out low
Cutting the silence
crash to conciousness
reverberating in my head
tresspassers at the entrance
destruction in their wake
The voices rise in volume and
I can no longer ignore his words
Cupid's little arrow piercing my brain
Time and time again
crash to conciousness
reverberating in my head
tresspassers at the entrance
destruction in their wake
The fruit weighs heavily in my thoughts
Perfect skin made ugly
Decay erupts across the canvas
Rotting flesh adorning pale face