Behind these eyes are so much pain
while I'm smiling on the outside...
21st party tonight..
your bestie will be M.I.A...
Tormented words written in ink
God will give them blood to drink...
Will I live without this support?
Hold me tightly before I bleed out...
Bible in hands of the poor
Rich become masters of sin...
The glow swirled around her,
and leaves fell from the tree...
Tears are fighting to find their freedom
Form the temporary prison that are my eyes...
Warrior Watchcat
God of war, lion-like and ferocious...
Maybe it's symbolic that
I fell asleep caressing scissors...
Poetry,
my one escape...
Have you seen my pretty silver bullet?
As you probably know, I am dead...
The veins and arteries twist and turn
together entwined as blood rushes...