Tight leather lies and betrayal..
Draw the crimson lines across my skin.
Tears fall off the dying rose.
Fading away to black.
Eyes of beauty and pain,
hidden beneath a broken smile.
Reflections shattered by wild death stares.
Lips Tremble in state of denial.
My life behind a shaded mirror,
is not as beautiful as it seems.
It is fake, a lie again..
it seems life is full of lies.
What makes the truth so hard to tell?
that you have to lie to make it right..
Guilt is carried, a burdern of the soul..
The voice of a broken heart.
