As a child, I saw the long play recrod go around and around... while the knight ghosts chase my fearless storm. That storm hiding under my bed. She used to played hide and seek with me, playing with fire I must say. And I loved it. That's why I don't judge pyromaniac.
My bed was the place were nobody reached me. I could be there and lie in peace. I could see and feel how my hollow heart breath every now and then. My fear was scored by the screams from the thunderstorm in the woods of my head.
As a child, all I was looking for was a shelter. A place to feel safe. Warmth. Loved.
As a child, all I was looking for was a better fantasy world to be stuck in.
My bed was the place were nobody reached me. I could be there and lie in peace. I could see and feel how my hollow heart breath every now and then. My fear was scored by the screams from the thunderstorm in the woods of my head.
As a child, all I was looking for was a shelter. A place to feel safe. Warmth. Loved.
As a child, all I was looking for was a better fantasy world to be stuck in.
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