akin

Above my eyes, lie down the alleys' vice Killing in my why's, you are my dies I will love you till the moment flies Never have I wanted to kill my own sight as much as I want you, I want to let go of everything that will fly moment, memories and mere daisies- I want you to leave me behind, fly high above my eyes- and here I will lie down the alley's vice loving; even if I die