03/25/15
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
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 got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
i’m tired of being broken then put back together i’ve been broken
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
you said I was an angel yet i only see the demon you said i had beauty yet i only see ugliness within you said “beauty in the flesh”
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
I still don’t see your fascination… i don’t even know what drew you in… in my mind i always compared you t… not one-hundred percent ruthless a… but able to see enough into the da…