My safe place.
But a tomb.
A tomb with no flowers.
A blessing and a wicked curse.
A torrid love affair.
I spend too much time here.
All the time exhaustion.
Exhaustion draining of every drop of
I've always been known for being a
"Oh look, Christina came out of
"What's keeping you from waking?"
I hardly ever see the sun these days.
But then again, I've never been too
fond of it.
I call sanctuary.
Haunting dreams plague me.