The cutting
fresh blood...
Please any comments are welcomed with open arms
I wear black...
Her brows are a patchwork,
of her fading hope...
Unacknowledged to most
Hidden and locked from view...
Haunting is your voice
Melody of your love in my ear...
Most kids are afraid of dark, clammy rooms.
Where you can't see a thing except your sadness...
The darkness comes when you least expect it, it...
some of us spend our lives hiding it, slapping on...
Freaking sounds and weary creepers
Made me wake up from a deep sleep...
The end is near
The ground falls away...
An undead child has been born
In to a living world anew...
It was a 25 cent execution
Forged by her tears...
The guilty moon is on the rise
crime and punishment where the guilty lie...