It's hot and clammy and dark
With a strange stillness before a storm...
Sitting here just wasting away
my only fear is to see a new day...
Just because i like the color black
I'm not Gothic...
The colors of Life,
Splitting in every direction...
I beckon that of my demons
Surrounding my existence...
Sorrow secretly stains the air
in the butter light...
IS GOD REAL PEOPLE WANNA ASK
EVERYDAY SOMEONE IS HURTING REALLY BAD...
Right before this blade hits my wrist
I'll think of that time when we kissed...
Sharp intense pain
Singing my soul...
You're breaking my heart,
you took away a part...
I feel hot red poison
Running through my veins...
Still to this day,
I sit and wait...