11/12/17
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
As I sit here and cry nobody notices the tears For I hide
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine