This isn't me
It's only you...
Sitting in her bed, with her sheets pulled over...
Thinking that anyone who stared into her blue eyes...
Climbing higher, higher into the tree
My hands are bleeding, but there's no stopping now...
A misty morning,
out of many...
I walk in, eyes follow
the steps...
Chilling, yet begging eyes.
Silent, yet desperate cries...
The feeling of sharp bones against my unfleshed...
Having the need to be, want and feel thin...
Playing reality,
a life long game of hell...
Collaboration By Powerless Angel and Andrea Sunny
Shadow dirt prepare for night...
This is
All of my life...
Slowly my dark side strangles who I used to be,
I gasp for breathe as I realize that this other...
Shadows all over me..
Dirt and dust paint the sky...