Current Residence: middle of nowhere|
Favourite genre of music: whatever fits
Wallpaper of choice: plain black.
Skin of choice: sunburned ( i miss the beach ).
Personal Quote: do you want to learn to fly?
BLANK PAPER HANGING...BLANK PAPER HANGING... by AS-I-CRY
paint all these pretty words on blank paper
with silence balanced on my lips
hoping words won't fall of my tongue
the strings holding fingers
playing hearts like marionettes
on a dead scene I hang
as the rope curling around my neck
gains strenght with every inch it closes in
not worth speaking
about the masquerade of holding hands
and the false pretense called tears
this is nothing more
then a bank paper hanging