My eyes are black just like my soul...
I drag the blade across my flesh, hearing the tearing, seeing the crimson cover me, and soon enough the crimson will consume me
March to the sound of the funeral bell, tread to a place where the lifeless..... dwell.
They say the wicked die young, but can be revived.. anger and pain made me strong, thats how i survived.
For years I loved you while you planned my death. Kill me if you wish, but know I'm already dead. Whatever sentiments I ever had has vanished when the truth was revealed. I may have a beating heart and a working brain, but the body is hollow my dear.
YOU CANT PLAY WITH FIRE AND EXPECT NOT TO GET BURNT'...
IMAY B A SMALL POTATO BUT IM HARD TO PEEL"
WASHEDUP LIKE THE SHOWER GOING DOWN MY DRAIN
"Darkness is the most powerful force. The light can never truly kill it. When it shines upon the dark, it becomes surrounded by shadows. And shadows are just a lesser form of darkness"
Once trapped in darkness filled with self pity and pain.. i now willingly live there fueled on hell sinning rage
Wherever you go, your thoughts on your mind will never leave you. Even in your dreams there's a nightmare. And when you wake up reality will slap your face.
And even my day of birth, becomes nothing more than a grain of sand. A grain in lifes absurd hourglass.
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