Laying in emotionless hearts, encased in white & pink glass walls. Candy rings & sugar spun strings. Fragile tears dyed in water colored memories, tell me again the price of being free.
A palace of gold hidden away from the light. Only you know the monsters that come out at night.
Your voice is memorizing, a kaleidoscope of worldly melodies of another place and time. The face of angel would make anyone forget the depravity of unspoken crimes.
If chaos had another name…another page in history.
The space between what we think and what we do…still remains a mystery.