I would love to be Jean..
Both powers and reality.

Colour me happy, for all these years I lie pale and frozen, numbed by haunting nightmares. Should I come back, would you be ready waiting? For the girl that you might have known is in high heavens, and ... and should you wish back for her, I can only offer made-up tears. I don't know her.

I cannot cry anymore, what is done is done. The least I have now is that my slumber is over. I've woken from my gory coma, ready to carve once more. What I have now is utter garbage, yes, yes, a long long way to go, to that glitter and gold lying before me.

And you can walk with me,

or stay out.

:)

I would love to be Jean..
Both powers and reality.

Colour me happy, for all these years I lie pale and frozen, numbed by haunting nightmares. Should I come back, would you be ready waiting? For the girl that you might have known is in high heavens, and ... and should you wish back for her, I can only offer made-up tears. I don't know her.

I cannot cry anymore, what is done is done. The least I have now is that my slumber is over. I've woken from my gory coma, ready to carve once more. What I have now is utter garbage, yes, yes, a long long way to go, to that glitter and gold lying before me.

And you can walk with me,

or stay out.

:)