I
I wrote...
Skulking in the darkness,
I seem to find my way...
I sliped up once i sliped up twice never to amagen...
The Used
Flashes of neon in the midnight sky...
Macabre dreams of horror disguise
the fleeting beauty within your eyes...
A locked door,
a rusty razor...
My heart is slowly breaking
Everybodys faking...
The words I picture just may be wisdom;
An isolation from the illusion; reality...
I cannot excuse this frozen isolation,
Crawling up and down my spine like a piece of cold...
He held his arms with his hands, and his elbows...
He took his hands from his arms, allowed the veins...
If I never see him again,
Itâ??ll be to soon...
I push my fingers deep into my eyes,
As I try to hide the tears from my eyes...