Colour Is So Rare In A World Of Darkness |
My wrist is a scoreboard |
&& the nightmares feel like home |
Her disfigured mother huddled in a rocking chair next to the fireplace, watching the fire but only seeing a funeral pyre |
Time is like death. It takes your life away. |
I look down at the blade, I place it to my wrist, I look up at you, you're just standing there, You think I won't do it don't you? Well I'll prove you wrong, tomorrow you will wake up and realize I'm gone... |
It's important to spell well using paper and pen, but it's more important when using razors and skin. |
Sometimes when I open my eyes in the morning I can't help but wonder, is it really such a great thing to be alive? |
Im am lost |
The Beast that dwells within, is carved of stone and sin. |