Stitches held together by torment,
with a string of self-multiation; cut right...
They hid refined cruelties beneath the green...
She watched everything paralyzed on the faded red...
Once we were laughing together once we were happy...
In the dark deserted, doom-staring graveyard
Next to the crumbling tombstone...
She cries out in the middle of the night,
searching for his arms to hold her close...
We all seem to be ok in the real world,
but when the lights go out. you find yourself...
All she ever wanted was to be loved and finely...
she thought she was he ripped her heart out of her...
No, i don't wanna talk.
No, i don't need your help...
Tonya Smith
EYES IN THE DARK...
Deep within the very core
of who you really are...
Lock me
Lock me up...
Eerie, does the silence grow
we watch them, with their holes aglow...