valmoonkey
This life is lost in its own maze. Pieces of paper float shattered over the tall shiny buildings. There is no more place for words, empty people using paper as confetti.
I spilled my soul over your long hair, drops of lust and sorrow embalmed your hair, darling, making it stronger than the tree branches.
If your clout is my blessing I'm gonna take it all in my blood. The painful wisper will keep me warm until the eyes will shut in two sparkly holes