Crimson liquid spluttered everywhere,
The fume of the room stinks like hell...
The razor cuts deeper and deeper,
the pain is still there...
I don't know where I am walking
I don't know where I go...
There lived a stone
All useless with moss gathered...
I'm alone
taking life on my own...
I fell down as I walk down the street
You weren't here and I tried be discreet...
In a life of the pain suffered by ones closest
you kill their dreams to be the best...
"Funeral Pyre"
Written by: Red Lady...
Dead in her mind,
and cold to the bone...
"Touched"
Written by: Red Lady...
"Peephole"
Written by: Red Lady...
They take pleasure in seizing life.
Taking the blood from the innocent as they cry...