Cuts and blood
Is what I see...
So confused from
All confessions...
Many nights I sit outside staring at the moon
wondering what my purpose in life is...
My words flow... just like their suppose to.
But i don't mean them...
Alone in the dark
watchin time pass by...
The tightening of leather as you lose your breath
the warm blood upon your breasts...
Black, black as dark as night
the color of no light...
The heat is here
The fire's blazing...
There was a time
when i was young...
It was so nice not to be obsessed with you, today.
I got to spend time with friends who think I'm OK...
I once had a dream that i was falling and after...
I sit in the bathroom waiting for the bell
to ring, i sit down in a dark coner waiting still...