In a manica the reaper comes around,
And the winds they sweep my manic funereal ground.
Some deranged and some devour,
to haunt me down in my darkest hour.
Yet another mind of the Devil's design
Reblogged from ladyjordison
“Promise me , when you see, a white rose you’ll think of me
I love you so,
Never let go,
I will be your ghost of a rose…”
(Source: bringmerosesandhurricanes)