An imperfect demise lies in the palm of a child...
A sinful youth relates a tale in an empty...
Thinking of reasons only to far
crying and sobbing for nothing to remain...
For it has became my only way
To write out my words...
I hate this place
I want out of here...
I'm so lonesome,
And so scared...
Drowning in a puddle of blood. All of it was said...
I have never thought, my life could be so cold. so...
One beneath the shadows of hell
i see a woman standing right beside me aching in...
That girl
that person...
Hush little baby don't you cry
Mommas gonna come stab you in the eye...
They all died in the fire, onto the broken...
Underneath the vultures wing. They cry to wish...
The night was pure
and the glazing moon was bright...
The tears shed off my eyes.
the sun hits the glass...