• Harking harlods angels and sing.
    Death to be upon my soul.
    Raven clawing on my chest and never letting go?
    Truth to be and let down sorrow, Mondays come but hours forever. Ours forever? Never! But locks apon my brain. Feeding with acheing pain.
    Lust, dies.
    In pools of empathy.


    ~Juliet.C