lex is my alias.
she is brave, lives wth her heart and never forgets her friends. she is also the one that can't be loved, can't be left behind, and drags me up by the scruff of the neck when i'm not strong enough.
she marches to the beat of her own drum, and plays a mean guitar solo. she is the bass rhythm in my heart, and the soft piano keys that keep my mind ticking through the day. her voice cuts through metal, and slides over satin. skipping from one shoulder to the other, she grins in my ear; words, she is never without.
yet i've found a volume dial. the feedback sometimes hurts. a mute button to the incessant whispers that fall from her lips.
my angel with crimson wings, and a bloody sword in a silver sheath. within the darkness is where she shines.
