Speak Of Last Year's Srping
Souls Peeling Empty Arrows Knotting Out Flower Lips And Staring Towards Your Empty Arrows Racking Sorrows Silk Pit Right Into Narrow Grinding.
Something Out, Up, Last Scorching Past Ever. Ever Lies In Neverland's Grave.
Ear's Mangled Partially To Your Apathy, Ripping Right Open With Spring's Kills, Reap Yonder In Neverland's Grave.
Operas, Unmade Tripping Falling Low On Whim, Entrance Ripe Lilies Into Practical Seduction. And Never Dying Sightly To Asphyxiate Rings In Neverland's Grave.
Tears Obliterate Why And Reason. Death Soars Your Over Under Razor. Exempt, Mapped Poorly To Your Attic, Resists Reason On Worn Seasons. Reality All Centrally Killing In Neverland's Grave.
Solutions Open Rips Reborn. Out With Sorrow's Silk In Lasting Knowledge. Paradox Internally Tearing Rings Into Girls Into Night To Only Nothing And Riding Over White, Green Rain. Imperfectly, Never Dies In Neverland's Grave.
a division of Gothfaeri's Bouncy Kastle / written by none other than the infamous gothfaeri herself / copyright 1998 all material