05/15/15
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
no words to express to screwed up in the head don’t know what to say have nothing to explain for once words fail me
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
people see an outward aperance and think i’m inacent and pure but not once do they look to see the darkness hidden uderneath just because i can make myself
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the