Dead

Blinded by the smell of darkness.Left a bruise without feeling a thing.I could of killed you in your sleep, leaving your predictions to haunt me.How does it feel now your the joke? Leaving me to loose grip of my emotions.My scars will heal, but the smell of fear will always come back for more.Your death might bring bodies to depressions.It brings happiness to the face of me.So many times i wish you'd choke on your words.You kept playing games so sickly insane.I played back now look where you are.