Dawn

Meer over het boek

Lye down upon burnt black pastures Of blossoming red flowers of fresh cut roses and yellow tulips That last no more than a life's hour I tried to keep laughing with them At myself, and join em' But my throat and mind became dry Only then, I knew my escape would be suicide Don't slit wrists around vampires They'll suck flesh to bone Or leave hair torn and without a comb While organs and muscles become a new empire of stone I was going to commit suicide because of them Because of him Because of her Because of me But now that I can see What I have seen I have realized Life is too grand to ruin Over my whims of them.