Roses are Black
Violets are red...
The day is young,
the night is wild...
She doesn't`t love me,
but that`s okay...
"I really love her," he said to himself,
Reaching down, tucking her things in a shelf...
Wandering aimlessly through the abandoned streets,
Lost in a hail of gunfire and bloodshed...
Slowly I slither,
Back to my abandoned hole...
Darkness has a hold on me
trapped in this world of misery...
My mind is in a very dark place
my heart feels like it has been erased...
You and me.
So blind to see...
She once said she trusted me, unlike other people.
But she meant it only vaguely as trust is very...
The throbbing of the demon drums
Beat inside my head...
The water clear and still, fluid but like a mirror
Changing, giving blood to life, I see I see...