Killed By The Sun
Ever retreated into the dark,
The shadows are my home,
sipping from this glass of blood.
I'm dye-ing inside.
Seems as though we are all being kileld by the sun.
Stricken with the dark beauty which is life.
That which is death.
Youth is a faeri tale, nothing more than a day.
Youth is a dream Killed.
By the light that shines through paitned glass