The bitch is screaming..

Um.....you could ask if you wanted to know...only, i wont be able to answer you..




The dance
Of shadows
Move along
With the stranger
She is lonesome
She is pretty
The moon is hiding
Just under the trees
The streets, abandoned.
Just tonight though.
She was meant to die
Because last night
She fell asleep at 11
And she woke up at 12

Things get blurry
When your eyes swell up
With so much fear
Your legs don’t move
To take you anywhere else but here.

Fear.
He can smell it
They all do

They know what lipgloss
You where
What you take with you
Under the blankets
Only when it storms.
You are special.
Look into his eyes

See his fear.