1. I end in september.
I have this beautiful dream,
filled with beautiful red roses and deadly sharp blades.
I paint a picture where beauty is travesty.
I fill the pages with my deepest throughts,
they mean so much more than id ever let anyone know.
Darling dont let the ghost get you down.
Im no superwoman i cant save the world from demons that wont die, but i can fight. And fight i will.
September is where i end.
September is where i stay.