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Crimson tears fall from my eyes While the fresh blade falls freely across my skin These kisses I receive from my razor confirm comfort The comfort only I can be sure of Pain, I feel none but numbness Hurt, I have no consciousness to be sure Emptiness, I am but all alone in this existence Regret, I never will for what I can do Light headed but weary from ecstasy's pill It's the only time I'm true to myself True to strangers that take advantage of you True to the voices that haunt your soul Wicked images consume your mind And play with emotions that are too twisted Your fear of death but love for pain Leaves you confused and broken Suicide was your best friend who explained when and how but never why Suicide was your birth right, your leader The storm is coming in, the tides about to break You start to feel sorry for everyone who cherishes what you've begun to hate Pathetic A sad excuse for a maker who enjoys you so Your another forgotten toy with a name unknown My future life is fading away Fast and steady but I begin to let go A sudden brush of courage and I take that deep breathe The one you know will be your last Pretty soon it'll be too late for I already let up I'm finally free of thinking but I've lost this game I'm still running within My forgotten suicide
Look Around Funny Man
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Im Building An Army
IM still building:
J00 Is A IdIoT
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