Morning America Welcome to hell Where mortal souls Give into sinful pleasures Poverty abundance
Lips around my finger Sirens playing my silence I am descriptive Deranging... Feeling this is insecure
Fluctuating eyelashes Clicking I’ve got to get your eyes off me Pink as lovers A lovely curiosity
This orb you hold Grasped tightly in your hand Sapping the life... the strength From its miserable youth... It beats not for life
Within the abyss I see your façade My heart twisted Frigid soul Turns to stone
Driven pain A heart that beats quickened in it’s pace Falling... Holding on
I can’t shake this feeling It haunts me in my dreams Intense pain of nausea overwhelms… Slumbering unconsciously In the abyss of my mind
We were once inseparable You and I... I took your advice Nurturing me Protected me...
In the time you’ve come to know The toll of time Ticks at the bell And reveals itself to you From the pain of darkness
I’m tired Of the way You look at me With such a pitiful stare I’m sick of your glare
I watch you With eyes that see deeper Deeper than what mere light shows I want to tell you so much But the words linger
Can’t sleep Can’t wake up I’ve been rendered A title on my forehead Rather than dead
Cry in despair She tries hard to forget Memories fill her soul crushing her in defeat Wishing for solace...
I feel the dark cold clammy touch… It haunts me in my dreams It makes me cry And wonder why I suffer as I do
This is a story of a girl Whose lived a life of luxury But was never happy She was showered in the best woven… Tied in the best of gold, silver,…