Your the lord of my bitterness
and the blade of the sword
that im pierced with time and again
your the emptiness closing
and the fear that engulfs me
and the presence for all that I pen.
Your the darkness that blinds me
and seeps to my soul
and regreted for all of the lies
your the lord of my reaping
thats steadily creeping
to the point of my final demise.
creeping in my moonlight Caressing my dead hair
yeah i know how poe of me but you know I love him and all
ash
"the life still there upon her hair the death upon her eyes"
Much Love
Ashley