Eden

***This is actually a unique poem that I have written, because it is a song that I created. I hope you like it. Please tell me what you think...***

My mind was a spin
My mouth was full of blood
They didn't know what they had done to me,
Hearts are broken
Blood's clotting. Pick at it.
It will never heal or go away.

Sink all the hope you earn in this dead life...
We are too young to live; too blithe to dance.
Sink all the hope you earn in this dead life...
We are too young to live; too blithe to dance.

This is what I've died to
They took my soul away
I took my knife to heart
And let my soul drift away.
This is what I've died to
They took my soul away
I took my knife to heart
And let my soul drift away.

I would have told them then
That I was dying then
But pride was holding me
And I could not just speak
Such a simple scream of pain itself
Already lived and faded again.

This is what I've died to
They took my soul away
I took my knife to heart
And let my soul drift away.
This is what I've died to
They took my soul away
I took my knife to heart
And let my soul drift away.

Sink all the hope you earn in this dead life...
We are too young to live; too blithe to dance.
Sink all the hope you earn in this dead life...
We are too young to live; too blithe to dance.

This is what I've died to
They took my soul away
I took my knife to their heart
And let my soul take it's pay.
This is what I've died to
They took my soul away
I took my knife to their heart
And let my soul take it's pay.

(A house of blood-stained walls...
...No history thought to repeat.
And then the darkness crawls...
It's slow and surly defeat.

Can't shake this feeling inside...
A shadow comes to repair...
Forsake the Light who has lied.
And we are no longer there.
And we are no longer there.)