In my hands i hold a box
in it are my secrets and thoughts...
The moon red and the night green
someone said that vultures sing...
You look down on me 'cause I'm different.
You don't know that I cry 'cause of you...
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The Girls Last Suicide Note...
Twisting vines
Curl in multiple colors over my arm...
Roam the night,
Dagger in hand...
He stands alone once more.
And cries a tear...
Why are the voices here.
No one is around...
It's in the blood, it's in the cells
Like a virus slowly devouring, coming from hell...
It's time to say End this,
No one wants me here...
I see him from a distance, he is beauty defined.
I long to touch him, he seems purely divine...
I can see the blood.
I can feel it drip...