Gizmo562

Hush the youngest children, for the demon in the skies Treasuring the very thought of anyone's demise Glitter fades to black and shining moonlight fades to dust Every cruel man's wonderland is built of poor man's trust Tragic, empty melodies and blood beneath the air Fearlessly escape the wind and drown without a care Treasure death as platinum, as silver and as gold Every cruel man's wonderland is built of poor man's gold...