Crookes (The)
Godless Girl
A life, a wreck charming is her dress......and the nape of her neck.My ink's awry in the blink of an eye.It leaves, by the by. Take off old threads by her tomb of a bed.Am I right in the head?And we'll pretend like we're angry young men......lest we should forget. Angst marrs your eyes (such unclear warning signs). Am I evil? Am I kind? My heart's cold drone will outlive these faded bones......but I won't always be alone, I won't always feel this...How she now sits oddly with the times. I was lost, was lost, was lost and so ashamed.
From Letras Mania