my enemy

sweet reveries

and memories

when these dimesions collide

lost in a dream

green hair, fifteen

on the edge

of metal suicide

well this is what its like?

so let me rot out of spite

my enemies

sweet reveries

when these dimensions collide

in memories

lost in a dream

hazel eyes, fifteen

on the edge

of mental suicide

well this is what its like?

so let me rot here out os spite

sweet salvation,

love and lies

sweet reveries

things i despise.

 

~eVy~