They say I am strong,
But coldness is preceived as strength...
Devastated heart, broken dignity, dead faces
Fallen roses, shattered petals, deserted places...
The lies, the deceit, everything that comes out...
It disfigures me till I feel like a freak...
A forsaken, scathed soul
Heart in rupture beyond salvation...
Don't look in the closet tonight,
for you may not like at all what you see...
The blood countess (Elizabeth Bathory)
A dark haired beauty of tender years...
Hiding in the shadows of the cold dark night,
Is an assassin who is oh so still...
Sitting here away from my self.
looking back in the mirror...
A stinging kiss,
Something not to be missed...
I am not always so nice,
I do have my limits...
Little child
Run little child...
The moon is full
again I rise,yearning for your kiss...