I LOVE THE QUIET OF THE NIGHT TIME. WHEN THE SUN HAS DROWNED IN A DEATHLY SEA. I CAN FEEL MY HEART BEATING AS I SPEED FROM. THE SENSE OF TIME CATCHING UP WITH ME. THE SKY SET OUT LIKE A PATHWAY. BUT WHO DECIDES WHICH ROUTE WE TAKE? AS PEOPLE DRIFT INTO A DREAM WORLD. I CLOSE MY EYES AS MY HANDS SHAKE. AND WHEN I SEE A NEW DAY. WHOSE DRIVING THIS ANYWAY. I PICTURE MY OWN GRAVE.CAUSE FEAR"S GOT A HOLD ON ME. DEATH- WHITE LIES
VIA «Dazed and Understood | Fashion Style» by Jane Storm