It's hard to sleepOn a night so fairWhen wind chills my bonesAnd spiders crawl in my hairThe light grows dimBatteries near deadSlipping headphones on ..
What I dispose ofIs what I dispose ofIf it is goneMy eyes do not wish to see it againIf it has been swallowedI do not want to see it againWhat I dispo..
"You awake?"Ayumi blinked, the voice somewhat familiar. She couldn't see who it was, but the voice was soothing and gentle, like the ocean against the..
I know that it's late and that you're coming homeYou're tired and you're sore, you keep checking your phoneBut dont you worry dear, you home is nice a..
Maybe I'm the one that's crazyOr maybe I'm aloneServing a greater purposeThat I was lead to believeMaybe these eyes weren't meant for seeingBut for be..