find me here speak to me i want to feel you i need to hear you you are the light that
"Sung to Sleep by Philosophies"
They're lies, merely false words dipped in a sugarly syrup repugnant to tongues and meant only for looks. I wouldn't believe them anymore than let them slither between my gnashed teeth. Cry "wolf" all you like, no one will listen to you save the blasted wind passing through your blood-streaked fingers.
you calm the storms and you give me rest you hold me in your hands you won't let