So the ghosts of my past
comes back to haunt me...
If the good die young then I guess I'll live...
Because my thoughts are horrible and my actions...
Like sticky black shadows acting as webs, Darkness...
Tonight I shall sail away
to a world of darkness...
To require life
Is just a more painful way...
I taste these words like poison,
Injected in my veins. No longer...
I drink the blood of an immortal catastrophe;
This sweet taste outlines my delicate lips...
Don't look through the keyhole,
Disturbing thoughts may enter your mind...
My body is what you crave,
Thy heart is long since dead...
The dark blue color, the oceans hold
Is no surprise, why the touch is cold...
Theese creepy things are all around
Im never feeling safe and sound...
My life is shattered like a mirror
it cant be fixed you can try but ill just fall...