Around my neck is a wreath of forgiveness, secured by a broken latch that still finds it's hook in times of great need. The Stars seed their fuel into your veins and there is no where you can hide. Compassion will find you and seize your pain, breaking it open, wide.
Around my neck is a wreath of forgiveness, secured by a broken latch that still finds it's hook in times of great need. The Stars seed their fuel into your veins and there is no where you can hide. Compassion will find you and seize your pain, breaking it open, wide.
Around my neck is a wreath of forgiveness, secured by a broken latch that still finds it's hook in times of great need. The Stars seed their fuel into your veins and there is no where you can hide. Compassion will find you and seize your pain, breaking it open, wide.
Mistaking exposed skin for sin, they sank their teeth into liquid gold, turning their bitter blood turned to fire. Around my neck is a wreath of forgiveness, secured by a broken latch that still finds its hook in times of great need. Foolish children worship vampires, believing the cold, cruel night to be a clever cloak that will protect them from the Suns return. Shriek while you can. The Stars seed their fuel into your veins and there is no where you can hide, because once you were God and the Stars do not lie. They speak God into your tight breath and rock you like a screaming child rescued from the frozen blaze of an endless night. Compassion will find you and seize your pain, breaking it open, wide. All the sliver slices lodged in your divided mind will loosen into flight, as the Moon pulls back her own, pulls back her tide, cradling your fall in the mirrored glow of her Lovers light. All the vampires died today, mistaking tender flesh for weakness, mistaking power for the ability to bite.