• I want to go to a place
A place where blood tastes like honey
And the rain feels like home
A place where snow is warm
A place where it's always dawn my dear
A place where I cant hear wind howling like a hound
A place where the silence isnt so loud
A place where it isnt a sin to love
A place like this, still wouldn't be enough..but maybe the brush on the damaged and used canvas is, painting it red.
Like the lifeless dove meeting the sweet embrace of being no more.
Perhaps,
Death. Its the only thing that is enough, not what you adore,
I mean a place where...this isn't a dream, set me free, my love.
