Listening to: Real Love by The Smashing Pumpkins
Scarlet dusk brings wasted sun
While lonesome nights created fun
For all the sick and lifeless mass
Its joy was never meant to last
At least deceased upon its throne
At last its peace forever known
To lose a final kiss grown numb
It's hard to tell who you've become
For now I'll wait to feel it's breath
Turn hairs on end and whisper death
Unspoken lies, though always there
Will break my heart beyond repair
--Erin