He calls himself an fallen angel.
i call myself a demon...
Call me Medusa if you must,
though I do believe it's...
Hush little one, don't say a word,
It does no good to speak...
I didn't pay much attention to it at first.
But now i can't just deny it...
If you feel so dirty, so used up,so f**ked up
if you feel so painful,so shameful then get up...
This feeling won't go
Like a ghost possessing...
You know those days when your standing at the edge...
P.S. isn't anyone willing to pull me back or shove...
I draw these words in a peace of mind
Like colorless curtains to hide behind...
Taste rancid stench in rotting gloom
tolling bells of impending doom...
Confession: I don't feel well,
terrified of the dreams...
There's a place
down beneath the legs of the pier...
Shoot me, shoot me
In the head...