| A shakeing image, a mimicked crying eye, tears fill the void which one can't deny, sorry it bothered you, sorry it showered blood down on you, sorry, so sorry. Sorry isn't good enough this time. This time. When the time is right I will fly away live through to the burning day. Next to a hole in the world. Next to the cum soaked silk, Satisfaction so close yet so far, Sorry isn't good enough this time. This time, My last time. Did I ever say sorry before.. Did you witness the kings sorrow. He's trapped in his own tower, filled with stones carved with poems of death and in his cold dead clutch is a withered black flower. |
