dasiamari

Preying on the dreams of others sucking her victims dry.I love her she hates siblings are confused.I work for her, she screams and shouts kills another hope.A hope of loveof ...

Deep down behind the eyes there is something.Maybe love.Maybe fight.Though encased by ice.Her deep stare is always there.But deep down in the soul there is something.Maybe hate.Maybe humor.Though cove

I am dancing on your gravetwirling a ribbon over cold corpse Tears fall from others eyes I smile and laughWhy cry when you are happy?You left the struggles and worries ...

I offer my hand out and you lightly take it. Then you pull me in with a yank. The trees whipser softly and a cold wind lingers along the grave ...

Where we can play, forever.