Since when do people have fangs, since when does fairy tale exist not only in our dreams but in our existence?
Your mind is controlled by the removed poplulation, never really there but always watching.
You eyes aren't sincere. I can tell by the way you listen.
The man on the ladder.
The face in your window.
You can't escape.
There's no way out.
And when you turn he turns faster.
When you run he's there.
Your world is a puzzle.
Only he holds the key.
But your piece just doesn't fit where you want it to be.
The sun shines deepest on those who feel they shine shallowest.
My heart belongs to the one who makes me realize I don't need give my heart to anyone.
Beautiful fields of clouds and light are overtaken by rusted monsters of despair.
As the lights shine on my face, I see the eyes piercing mine. The lights never rest. I feel as if I am one being, alone, worthless, unfulfilled, and yet hopeful that the worthy light will shine through to silence the eyes.
Darkness is a cold and bitter guest. Resentful, yet unwavering. I touch nothing, feel nothing, taste nothing. Oblivion is eminent.
I want to feel secure; I need your hands to be complete.
Your smile is the thing that keeps my teeth showing.
You know you are my
I finally fell as if there is a reason for my living. I know why we met. It is the work of the Father. I know it is.
I guess I cannot express to you the extent of how much I care...you must be lost. Please listen as tell you with how I act.
Seeing your face makes
My heart beat fast; I tremble
I become your smile
Brightness each day; I need you
Do you need my too?
