Taste rancid stench in rotting gloom
tolling bells of impending doom...
I draw these words in a peace of mind
Like colorless curtains to hide behind...
You know those days when your standing at the edge...
P.S. isn't anyone willing to pull me back or shove...
This feeling won't go
Like a ghost possessing...
If you feel so dirty, so used up,so f**ked up
if you feel so painful,so shameful then get up...
I didn't pay much attention to it at first.
But now i can't just deny it...
Hush little one, don't say a word,
It does no good to speak...
Call me Medusa if you must,
though I do believe it's...
He calls himself an fallen angel.
i call myself a demon...
Poison washing over poison
The thrust of force...
Jack-o-lantern faces,
they aren't really there...
She's just standing there alone in the dark
Can't see in front of her...