If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for

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

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

I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword

Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are

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

Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away

gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the

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

stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right