Fairytale…
Drips, are falling down from her face.
Her eyes, red like her blood.
Her lips, blue and cold as ice…
Her face, stares down to the floor.
Her hair, wet from the rain, but she..
She doesn’t care…
She walks into the moonlight.
Attracted to the darkness,
She wonders around,
But she doesn’t cares…
Her black evening guan, is thorn into peaces,
She’s cold, wet and crying.
But she can’t stop, because she doesn’t cares,
About anything anymore…
She’s lost inside…
And she cries and cries, because of all those lies.
And she’s to broken…
Crying blood tears on her dress,
She wants to scream everything out,
But the coldness captured her.
Her long black hair, hangs faced down,
Just like her eyes…
Her black evening guan, is thorn into peaces,
She’s cold, wet and crying.
But she can’t stop, because she doesn’t cares,
About anything anymore…
She’s lost inside…
She lives in her own fairytale reality…
But she did never cared about anything.
She’s lost in herself; the fairytale was just too good to be true,
And now she falls back into all the realness,
And nowhere to stand…
Her black evening guan, is thorn into peaces,
She’s cold, wet and crying.
But she can’t stop, because she doesn’t cares,
About anything anymore…
She’s lost inside…
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Written by crow.
06-12-05