Breathing
Junho 13, 2015
Isis Erzsébeth Báthory
Under this womb of yours,
Where I came from,
I flew to hell,
Through the beating of the storm,
and into the darkness...
I could see you,
You were everywhere I went,
You were everything I did...
I dreamed a hundred years,
Just so that I could be were things were right,
Some place were you truly loved me
As mother loves her child
And I flew to hell
And I could hear all of those lost souls screaming
And I saw you,
Everywhere
In everything that I would do...