At night as I lie awake
I think of all my bad ways...
Love is formed and hearts are wasted,
Crushed to pieces and torn apart...
..........................Blood
.........................Flowing...
Your soul's a burning shade of dark blue
The darkness inside it echoes consistently...
The Prisoner
By Mark Spencer...
Drinking And Drugs Was Getting Heavy,
The Partying Was All Around...
Under a star studded dark blue sky
past regrets, past reasoning...
Forever born a flamboyant child
under a May morning with crystal eyes...
Why were they singing,
What was the point...
What spirit is this that steals my sleep
And haunts me from the past...
Violently scratching at my hysterical pale...
Screaming with annoyance when blood doesn't appear...
Somebody is watching
Thats the feeling I get...