Prayers for the blood god Written so soon The bear in his mind Became real to the touch On a dark afternoon
Wings of an angel Darkened in pitch You think you're escaping You think you will live Well isn't that rich?
Prayers for the blood god Written so soon The bear in his mind Became real to the touch On a dark afternoon
Xelyn Craft · Mon Nov 14, 2011 @ 02:51am · 0 Comments |