cotton stained skies, they're basking under lilac daydreams. she falls gloriously on these sheets of satin, and settles between them like art that pleads to be viewed. riddle me this, riddle me that. feed me the lies that turn your veins poison black.
twelve - singularity.
cotton stained skies, they're basking under lilac daydreams. she falls gloriously on these sheets of satin, and settles between them like art that pleads to be viewed. riddle me this, riddle me that. feed me the lies that turn your veins poison black.