Sharp fangs Shining in the moonlight For the mundane creatures Causing a fright Vampires of the mist
You spoke of an indescribable love A place that no one can see Where your children are welcome With open arms Where we can all soar free
Salt covered trails That dug deep into the soles Of my feet Burn and stung like knives Causing them to bleed
Engulfed in flames within The crackling embers Of her bones shake Within this mortal tomb Her anger wake
I’m tired Of the way You look at me With such a pitiful stare I’m sick of your glare
Cold and dreary Pain held inside One match of hope Brightens the room In the corner of my eyes
We were once inseparable You and I... I took your advice Nurturing me Protected me...
I’m tired... Of playing the puppet In your twisted fantasy Wake up And running in the same circle
In a tilt of ties That follows And dreams in sentences We crack a nature As your heart refines
I no longer trust myself; In making my own decisions. These hallucinations... Clouded my mind... I don’t see myself anymore.
Morning America Welcome to hell Where mortal souls Give into sinful pleasures Poverty abundance
Can’t sleep Can’t wake up I’ve been rendered A title on my forehead Rather than dead
YOU. Are despicable. A liar. A cheat. Betrayal is your middle name.
Venomous fangs Pierce the flesh Injecting the poison Seeping inside... Trembling flesh...
In terror Shakes her soul In a twisted fear of shame Calling in a distance But who is there to blame