She allows the ticks of time to slowly murder her.
Tears of Jupiter hear my plea So, I can find the master key As I trace my way through the atmosphere Stars twinkle like a chandelier
This is Dystopia for it is not just one Place
I refuse to drown in her eyes... I kick and scream as I grab a life jacket to keep me afloat.
His fingers touched the deepest part of my soul... For a moment we were as one.
She will do whatever it takes to achieve her dreams
He tried to Change The World He succeeded But with a cost Everything comes with A Cost
Silence engulfs the city Knocking down doors, running the streets Dystopia all around and no one to hear our plea Barely a whisper of a heartbeat Dead men roam through the chaos Feeling the rubble beneath their feet The wealthy barely understands loss As they lie on the cold concrete Code Red-growing with every breath … Continue reading Dystopia
She writes for her. She writes for those whose voices that which cannot be heard. She is a composer, a writer.
He only comes out at night and he saunters in through the double doors with a devilish smile. The men in the bar scatter to the far ends of the room as He walks in, tipping his fedora at the bartender.
I kissed your lips and whispered to your soul, In an instant, my life force you stole
No one stays alive when Echo is around.