Here are the souvenirs of my life
My fight, my journey my death kissed strife...
Lonely, lost, misunderstood,
Every day it is the same...
As I take this knife
I grasp my life...
Puddle of red,
Blocks of gray...
Close my eyes with steady hands,
while my soul's windswept in timely sands...
The demons are already inside starting to awake
Starting to replace all that made me who I am...
Your deadly stare takes over as you slowly pull me...
Your smile full of false comfort indirectly forces...
They prostituted their body and mind
Never knowing what they left behind...
-The End.-
Along the shoreline she stands with bare feet...
I hate YOU!
I dislike your narrow nose...
What do you hide, angel eyes?
-placid lakes of unshed tears...
From the depth within your mind
Can you imagine a goddess of despair...