Will you watch the next sunrises and the rain at dawnWith me, with hopes of tranquility, with nothing else to yearn forThe smell of the sea that dampe..
She'll be writing with her own bloodown burns from the fresh wound of yesterdaysof tunes that would repeat like a broken melodybroken within her littl..
Links changedPatterns tornLike veins that are frozenNever to let blood flowThrough the lining that will neverBe able to fix itselfGeysers of white and..