The day seems so dark and dim
It feels like midnight again...
I have all these voices,
They are everywhere in my head...
"Beauty is thy name."
Cursed is your game...
My blood seeps down on to the ground spill out...
Vacation time is over; Its back to being paranoid.
There is just so much to not like about the void...
No words said to mend,
Hell's lack of moderation...
Squeeze my soul to a beautiful hue of purple,
hopes and dreams of my own no longer fertile...
If you see her on the street
You should greet her with care...
At morning she looked
much brighter than midnight...
Feeling the demons
tapping upon my...
And so I may sit
and weep...
I have nothing
and no one...