left on her pillow
( hex to rosalie )
Nov. 17th, 2009
Nov. 3rd, 2009
( Storylines )
Nov. 2nd, 2009
( I'm staring at the blank page, The piano in my visions line. I try to let the music flow, But nothing comes to mind. Have I lost my talent? Can I even sing anymore? I need to hear the sound of music, But all I hear is slamming doors. I close my eyes and move my fingers, A lullaby begins to play, Not the happy kind of lullaby, That you hear on a sunny day. This lullaby speaks of suffering, This lullaby is filled with pain, This is the kind of lullaby, You play in the pouring rain. So sing me all my nightmares, Kill me as I dream, I dream of blood and pain, My night is filled with screams. )
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