Deep within the shadows,
lay the demented corpse of death...
The things you think are so much fun
Are the ones that hurt more...
Torn wings run red,
He lies in blood he's bled...
The blood poured from my wrists,
the razor dropped as i trembled with fear...
Despondency
destruction...
This rusted blade
holds the stories of the decisions I've made...
Deep into this murky sea
Searching for the unknown...
Fading away, living in sin...
Playing a game that you just cant win...
The crows.
They fill us with fear...
I always wear a formal attire
And hide the extinguished flames and fire...
Every day I visit a rose bush
Not far from home...
As i shut my eyes
for my life i fight...