Clocks that bleed at night were made from a tree...
I sit here in my cold dark room.
i ask my self why me just why me...
Every cell in my brain is set on attack.
each nerve in my body feels pain...
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...