Sad Poems: Nyctophylia
two times my angel saved me will he save me one more time? he saved me from what it seems to be my salvation.. he saved me and noone knows why pills or a cutter? what difference does it make? if the result is the same.. she needs to fly away.. she needs to be taken away... she longs for the night only then she feels alive.. and when darkness falls around her forever she would become someone else.. wings would grow so as to fly legs would grow so as to dance to the rythms of the ngihtbirds and bats... please dont ever wake her up... Sad poems by: opheliac
