rikki

Prick your finger it is done the moon has now eclisped the sun the angle has spread its wings the time has come for bitter things-i am so distant myself i guess i never believed that you could take it away and i'd have no time to grieve i dont believe in tv i dont believe in the fear when you are searching the stars you will be looking right here-im unclean and libertine and everytime you vent your spline i seem to loose the power of speech your slipping slowly from my reach you grow me like an evergreen you've never seen the lonely me at all-dont be afraid as she pulled down the shade said theres nothing to fear but the monster is here so just tell me the time be it quarter of nine since the suns gone away now the creature will play-your heart is served cold your sites are set in perfect stone and when you go you go alone you are the crist you made your own i wash the streets from your skin when you come home-prosthetic synthesis and butterfly sealed up with virgin stitch if it hurts baby please tell me preserve the innocence- so blue so broken paper doll decays i haven't left you yet so cold subersive your eyes are full of bleach tomorrow i will go away again Love. that one is for you amanda-