greycoat21

I was lost, out of bounds, but sustained by the sounds of the angels singing me to sleep while my feet are leaving the ground. Am I dead, or am I dreaming instead. A cornucopia of opiates are flooding my head. I’m insane, I am smart. All it takes, is a spark, to ignite my bad intentions, and do what I do best to your heart. Don’t be fooled, I was raised by the wolves. Now the moon hangs in full, so you know I won’t play by the rules.