Fingers like razor blades
So grip my throat...
Based on The Masque of the Red Death by Edgar...
First person Point of View- The Red Death...
My soul is so cold
and I seem so old...
Shes sitting alone,
in the middle of the night...
My lips still sealed holding the last kiss we...
Why do all relations have to come with a ship at...
Blame me love
but wake up...
A piece of mine from back in 2008 that was lost...
So deep inside the darkness writhes...
How do you reveal your darkest self?
Not your skeletons that hang boldly in the closet...
First there were nine companions,
setting of to destroy the ring...
Built up walls around me isolation
dark matter of my own creation...
I beg you oh dear
schizophrenia, spare me...
The monsters that roam these shores
know where we make our homes...