neoreoscar

By neoreoscar

Growing armour

Desperate eyes, let the counterfeit suffice.
Hoping high, they will be kind to you.

Fog and fears and a mouth full of hot tears,
Can drown that voice sent to guide you.
And wicked tongues with their hooks,
And their ice blood,
Can wake the demons inside you.

They can't if you don't let them (Lyrics - A Fine Frenzy)

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