Standing through a storm.
My skin bruised from the rain...
I want to scream.
I want to fight...
Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt...
To require life
Is just a more painful way...
I won't be angry at you,
but do not assume that you got away clean...
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...
These voices keep knocking me
Side by side, left to right...
Don't look through the keyhole,
Disturbing thoughts may enter your mind...
She grabbed her teddy and held it tight.
And walked her way, bare-footed into the night...
Thoughts on situations which are not involved with...
My body is what you crave,
Thy heart is long since dead...