Red rose paint on my finger tips
And my cheeks lightly blushed...
Just slit my wrists and cut my throat.
Don't wipe away my tears...
My Blood for your rude braul
Will end in defeat...
I feel this bleeding in my mind
a nervous itch in my brain...
I know a girl,
who's got some luck...
There's thunder overhead
the clouds are rolling in...
5.10.2006
He sits on his bed, slits on his wrists—a...
One wrong thing you make,
I'll be angry and annoyed...
I am your memory,
distorted reality...
Worms of the dead, they dance on their souls.
Darkness and misery left in the smoke...
Do you see what's inside
Wanna see what I hide...
Dark skys
Fallen tears...