Lying on the floor
like an angel on a shrine...
His pale glistening in the moonlight
Blood dripping from his lips...
Another child
brought to life...
Rose are red violets are blue
My heart is cold as ice...
I seek the attention, crave the attention, want...
That someone cares...
She's empty, not even close to half full,
Deceptions caught her mind in a deadened forest...
Theres something wrong with my mind, shadows...
I walk down this deserted street
looking down at every worn step...
The cutting
fresh blood...
Blood of black,
on red of night...
You never know whats going on in their head,
until they tell you...
The darkness comes when you least expect it, it...
some of us spend our lives hiding it, slapping on...