Hot cliche's leave my throat like vomit,
acidic chunks of truth rotting in your ears...
Standing on the edge
Feeling the cold wind...
It won't stop coursing through my veins,
the venom that will result in my overdose...
There was integrity in betrayal,
a certain dark that could not be...
I am built of sin,
Not for it...
Shield your eyes from the lonely girl,
Her face full of piercings, her heart...
Here I lay upon the floor,
Not caring about life anymore...
Walkin' he in the peach dark ally. ponderin' in he...
The beauty of a rose, the innocence of a child
Yet, envy grows, a life divides. Her tears...
Go in a private room, grab my secret stash, roll...
One movement down, blood pours out...
Beaten, tortured all the memories of a seven year...
To weak to fight, to scared to try...
Its not so much fun now is it?
Running, is never much fun...