All this time I JUST said what i didn't thought
i didn't wondered that someday it'll be true...
Darkness,
A clean slate of black...
There'll be an angel and devil waiting to cart me...
With a smile or a smirk on their face waiting to...
There's a fire burning in your eyes,
A hard determination to make it...
A Box Full Of Sharp Objects.
With a smile on my face I lay me down to sleep...
Locked in these chains here
I am a prisoner to myself...
As i enter the night
all that is there...
Anger develops
relaxing becomes a habit...
You are there...
Deep in my mind...
Thoughts failing to find their freedom from...
yet peace skulks elusively inside my mind...
If I was a shadow, Id hide behind doors,
So no one would see my unwanted core...
She fell to earth
Torn her, wings...