I am the wicked
the misleading truth...
Masks and scary faces, hiding in dark places
Dressed in death, it drapes their skin...
Red rose paint on my finger tips
And my cheeks lightly blushed...
Poetry is my reason
in the season of winter...
Hey, I'm just saying, minds degenerating, civic...
so who are they playing. We kill one and other...
Just judge me
go ahead and judge me cause of my scars...
A red vertical line crosses my wrist
My nail digging deeper into my skin...
My love for you grows weak,
You don't seem to see the pain you have caused me...
Dare I say I love you.
Your words hiss at me...
Hello darkness, my old friend
I feel you creeping in again...
I was told to be strong for you
I was taught not to show weakness no matter what...
At the far end
In the corner...