She Lives At Dawn
by Elvenking· from Two Tragedy Poets (...And A Caravan Of Weird Figures)
... lonely whisper ...
... freezing my skin...
will I ever live,
will I ever see the dawn?
... my mouth tastes blood ...
... decaying ... my bones ...
will I ever live,
will I ever see the dawn?
will I ever kiss...
Kiss your lips again?