Cotton fog pillows -
I see your long embracing...
They spoke of tortured souls,
So outrageous the devils toll...
The blade wants your blood
The blade wants to feed...
Abrupt leave but the man is still inept
as crying doesn\'t change the fact...
Your written on her wall
And written in her head...
A canvas sits untouched, unveiled
lonely and forgotten, memories fade...
Why were they singing,
What was the point...
Demons, devils dwell in my head.
Long sharp claws are scratching the wall...
It's burning, each day
I feel the craving stronger...
Cold steel, sharp and ready
Held hidden at your side...
A blockage you say,
Try another...
Given the alternative to know another side of...
That is all you needed....One Hurt...