Mood: sad
Now Playing: Emnity
Topic: Poetry
I check my arms, see the scars
See the memories in my heart…that were ours
I take this sip, of the demons blood
Another bittersweet emotional flood
In my heart I forbid,
In my soul I’m morbid
I wait for the day, wondering why… is there a way?
I disobey; led astray, let me decay… I think of it everyday
So here I am in a place, I don’t deserve to live, another disgrace.
I check my pulse, still alive
No hope here, yet I still survive
The feeling of enmity strikes me again,
Don’t want to complain, don’t want to explain…
I check my pulse, I think I’m dead
See how much life I had ahead
I take another sip of satans blood
Another bittersweet emotional flood
In my heart I feel so much pain
In my soul is so much to regain.