Blood drops, Tears fall
She was the night and I was nothing but a bump, so she slammed me into her nose as she did with the rest of her happiness. Behind those cold shuttering eyes was nothing but a reflection of a cigarette pressed to her lips as shed pressed mine countless times. Her hatred was her beauty. Hatred for a world that loathed her. No matter how dark the world became, her dreams were darker. And I loved her, if such a word can be used. But her love would leave her each night as the blood dripped from her nose and the tears from her eyes His love is twisted.
She was the night and I was nothing but a bump, so she slammed me into her nose as she did with the rest of her happiness. Behind those cold shuttering eyes was nothing but a reflection of a cigarette pressed to her lips as shed pressed mine countless times. Her hatred was her beauty. Hatred for a world that loathed her. No matter how dark the world became, her dreams were darker. And I loved her, if such a word can be used. But her love would leave her each night as the blood dripped from her nose and the tears from her eyes His love is twisted.