This awful man, so full of hate,
You as his wife is your fate...
Blank stares to a marble wall
boring holes into the silence...
Of the seven deadly sins,
which one do I choose...
Broken hearted, feeling betrayed
All of these feelings coming that were delayed...
Collections of memories, emotions, reflections,
reside in the psyche, "an immaterial part of...
I ask the blind puppeteer
could i buy your puppet...
Three more bottles 'til the boys go down,
Watch us turn your mouth into a frown...
Used, refused and
Chemically abused...
I look in the mirror...
my naked body bleak...
Echoing ever so softly,
snow falls to the ground...
I've twisted elements
to match the sparkle...
Hush little one, don't say a word,
It does no good to speak...