Death is so beautiful.
she wrinkles in purple, red and yellow...
Servant to darkness calling.
The land of clovers you call home...
I often wonder, way this life chose me.
there must be so many others, much better then me...
I want to find a
place to die, but the moon's arisen...
I sit back, slouched over- hanging,
Eyes rollin' in the back of my head...
I can't look into someones eyes
Without seeing how they really feel...
Those tears that do not show,
By coursing down my cheeks...
Darkness is a shadow,
it follows you around...
As dark as the day
Mysterious as night...
My mind
It's Darkening every Minute...
My heart filled with hatred as thoughts come to...
Shortness of breath as I try to maintain control...
She walks the night in search of disaster, her...
So many days she sleeps in until noon, lost all...