01/16/16
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
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
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
they say home is where the heart is but what if you don’t know where
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life