I'll be the thorns on every rose |
Juliet loves the beast, and the lust it commands; drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands Romeo. |
"You couldn't drink enough to say you loved me." |
The lathered blood never washes off these stains.. |
Pain is pure and the more pain the purer |
One day, maybe the world will finally hear the cries and wails of the dying and one day, maybe the world will cry back. |
When i feel the cold blade pressed against my skin, i feel the pressure of ur words leaving my head, allowing me to concentrate on what i do best. |
One fine day, in the middle of the night, |
In The black of abyss of every hell |
I fall into a pit of darkness, wondering why I should get up. |