pyschoticdemons

As I am I stand Here and now A sweet whisper Nothing ever so Soft like your skin Beads of sweat dripping From within I am torn Cannot seem to understand The mending I mourn Breathe for me Ever so slightly Turning point in our day Taken away the pain The emotions Raw substitutes For my life Let's hold hands Can we laugh over Nothing is over Carved into the stone We sit We're set Panic prone Indecency The exposure Hold me please Let's get closer Breathe on my neck now Whisper sweet nothings In my ears I hear ringing Sounds of you singing Can we play a game? Let's runaway Ignore our pain Let's not fight th