A Canary perched on broken mirrors,
Are but reminders of rotting hearts...
Twisted burning bodies, wither and decay,
As the broken morbid puppets come and want to...
You control me
this cant be...
My Nightmare
Brittney Schmelter...
I can feel blood flowing out of my veins,
I can feel its never ending pains...
He grabs a gun from under the bed.
what to use it on but her head...
The anger
the flash of frustration...
He lives in us all, both the young and the old,
and yet his is a story, thats never been told...
Body tensed with pain and anger
Unaware that she's in danger...
She talks words of suicide
While bleeding out and in...
Though tourniquets may
Be wrapped 'round salted wounds...
You say I'm the epitome of elegance
And the personification of flair...