Beaten, tortured all the memories of a seven year...
To weak to fight, to scared to try...
Go in a private room, grab my secret stash, roll...
One movement down, blood pours out...
The beauty of a rose, the innocence of a child
Yet, envy grows, a life divides. Her tears...
Walkin' he in the peach dark ally. ponderin' in he...
Here I lay upon the floor,
Not caring about life anymore...
Standing on the edge
Feeling the cold wind...
Hot cliche's leave my throat like vomit,
acidic chunks of truth rotting in your ears...
I'm sorry to those who are pained,
i'm sorry to those who i've shamed...
I know what it means to be scared
Its caued by a mysterious energy...
I call her the crypt keeper,
demonic entity with brutal...
I hate you
I love you...
"These Eyes"
These eyes are still tired...