Darling, I'm falling
Fucked up over you Bite me, bruise me Leave me like you do
Darling, I'm calling Lay me in my tomb Call me babydoll Come break down these walls Don't leave me alone Call me babydoll Too cold, it's withdrawal This house ain't a home
Oh, father, forgive me
For all my sins When I meet your eyes
The Devil, he wins Blinded by your lies But I play pretend
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┊┊❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ 　　°
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┊ ➶ ｡˚ 　　°
https://youtu.be/evny_w98PjI?si=tkrLK6zM2y039lrc

I want a taste of you
Baby, I'd burn this world for you
And if you leave, I'm coming too,
You feel so cold, I'm turning blue
Where'd you go? I wish I knew,
Come close to me
Want you to take my soul
I want a taste of you
You tear my heart in two
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┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩ ➳
┊ ┊ ┊ ✫ ➳
┊ ┊ ☪⋆ 𖥸
┊ ⊹ ➳
✯ https://youtu.be/MJLBczzLMfI?si=B_t3dUA9fHGHXRIY

Same streets but I'm all alone
Same house but nobody's home
Stone cold, and I fade in the afterglow

#SeductiveSunday

I’ve been, fucked up
Time to give into my demons
Heartless, bad blood
Like medusa undo ya, ice cold like the Queen of Hearts (of hearts)
Got a head full of snakes now they all gonna pay
I'm done
I'm done

There's a darkness at the heart of my love, that runs cold, runs deep, the darkness at the heart of my love...For you

Daughter of Crows.


In the frozen North where the moon wanes dim,
A shadow was born, her fate cold and grim.
No dragon's roar heralded her cry,
But the caw of crows in the midnight sky.

Beneath the wings of the ebony birds,
She learned the language of whispered words.
With eyes like storm and hair of snow,
She walked the paths where others won’t go.

The daughter of kings, yet born in the night,
She carried the weight of a different light.
Not fire, nor flame, but shadows deep,
Secrets to guard and oaths to keep.

In the darkened halls of a distant keep,
Where echoes of power silently seep,
She waits and watches, her heart on guard,
For the throne she claims, she plays her card.

With dragons below and crows above,
She seeks no crown, she seeks no love.
Yet in her gaze, a truth is spun,
A tale of ice, of night begun.

Through whispers of wind and ancient lore,
The daughter of crows seeks something more.
Not gold, nor throne, nor banners flown,
But a place where her shadows are her own.

The North may call with its winter chill,
But her blood runs hot, her will is still.
She’s the daughter of crows, a shadow’s flight,
Silent and swift, through the endless night.

The cold war never ended. We are just enemies waiting to bleed out.

— Cold nights are always the best... especially if the rain falls.—

She got blood cold as ice
And a heart made of stone
But she keeps me alive
She's the beast in my bones
She gets everything she wants
When she gets me alone
Like it's nothing...

She got two little horns
And they get me a little bit ~