Post by Brittany on Apr 22, 2010 21:17:27 GMT -5
The silver moonlight pours in through the window
Making her dark goldenrod hair shimmer
Dusk has long since past
So now her only illumination is by candlelight
In this duskhouse there sits a picture on a shelf
In this picture she was happy
Her sanity was impenetrable
But now that day is nothing but a distant dream
So much has changed since then
There no sanity left for her deep within
She no longer knows who she is
Or why her torso is so severly wounded
Presently she's lowering herself into blue icewater
The burn on her stomach inflamming
She had another meltdown today that's why,
That's why this poor girl is here.
Making her dark goldenrod hair shimmer
Dusk has long since past
So now her only illumination is by candlelight
In this duskhouse there sits a picture on a shelf
In this picture she was happy
Her sanity was impenetrable
But now that day is nothing but a distant dream
So much has changed since then
There no sanity left for her deep within
She no longer knows who she is
Or why her torso is so severly wounded
Presently she's lowering herself into blue icewater
The burn on her stomach inflamming
She had another meltdown today that's why,
That's why this poor girl is here.