• hmg101p 5w

    Oh, how I adore those broken shadows that dance for me in the eerie moonlight...

    In the cold of dark, he comes back as sin. Painting my dreams with his knotted up fingers again. He inches closer, wearing all my favorite tunes; blending my memories in his dead hands of ruin. He's dripping in anguish; stripping my heart. Biting at the swollen bits of love I've lost in the stars. He stands crooked, as he shapes the bruises along my mind. While corpses of his wild stories flash behind my eyes. In backlash fashion of brewing affairs, he plants himself in place; my forever nightmare...

    -HMG