(2013)
10/10/13
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
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’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
i hear people talk all day but they don’t know the words they say It’s like being on auto pilot same routine
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve