splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually

They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a

i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve

They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor

i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own

right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may

They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I

Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their

i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me