Ivy Kiseed he Shadows,
As Mnorning lusts for dew...
she with lips of sweetest pain
lies in wait for you.
with the dawn she went away
before mist veiled the earth;
nothing reamined, except for the wounds,
the olny gift of her.
"Oh, For Themselves They Should Despair,
When our graves lie in silence,
but we're not there!
when theres are voices... close to your ear,
but...no reflection...is hauting the mirror
with the dawn we went away
before mist veiled the earth,
nothing remains, except of the woundm
the only goft... of him, me, or her |
