"Hold on to your dreams" she said,
"There is always hope for love"...
Thur the darkening woods,
here i go here comes the shadows...
I walk in the middle of nowhere,
down the dark road...
A winding path through your door
a cold breath not heard...
When I was about 14 or 15
I use to be home a lot...
I followed after something, it kept scattering...
I couldn't find it...
Spooks, Screams, Clowns, the dark,
Cuts, Scrapes, shivers delight...
I feel you all around when you swiftly enter a...
most don't don't understand why you do the things...
Her itching fingers on the trigger.
She wishes the gun was only bigger...
To my dear rose
its thorns filled with my blood that courses...
Why do you slit your wrist?
is it because of a broken heart...
Iam Falling
and crashing...