Scarecrow_Man

The rose black
My name once was.
Nobody´s whore
But you changed that little fact.

With your smile.
I could die.

My wings are broken
I can still use them
My imagination is alive.
I´m not gonna lie.

When I´ll have myself back.
Then I´ll go to where I have to.
And In the matter of fact.
I´ll need my Hate back.

///

We´re all an actors,
In a Slut-Fuckin´-Garden hun...