She rises
from the
broken, smoking ruins
of
my dreams.
With
knife in hand
and
lovely eyes
she cuts away
my screams.
And every fantasy I’ve had
And all my secret schemes
Are ripped from me
and cast beside
the
ragged, busted seams.
Summer Fire
She rises
from the
broken, smoking ruins
of
my dreams.
With
knife in hand
and
lovely eyes
she cuts away
my screams.
And every fantasy I’ve had
And all my secret schemes
Are ripped from me
and cast beside
the
ragged, busted seams.
