"Why can we never go back to bed?
Whose is the voice ringing in my head?
Where is the sense in these desperate dreams?
Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?
Sure as the clock keeps its steady chime
Weak as I walk to its steady rhyme
Ticking away from the ones we love
So many girls, so little time" ~ Emilie Autumn - 4 o'clock.
Make up and Hair: Alice Birchmore
Location: Abandoned Hospital :3