Mascara Tears

by Bubbles   Oct 31, 2007


Hushabye baby...Don't make a sound...
And listen to the sound of your tears hitting the ground.
So many lies and secrets that will never be found, just another reason for your life to be drown.

Suicidle, murderistic lifestyles gone bad...
Cutting wrists and wearing black clothes,
so many new ideas.
Go ahead and listen to that baby girl scream...Let your self bleed...
It's all you'll ever need.

Rockabye child, your heart beat heeds to stop...but all you do is watch the clock...
Click one, click two...So many numbers...
Every second counts, as your life drips away...
Till the nightmare ends, and your teenage years slip away...

Your tears run slowly down your cheeks...They look so glassy, black, and steined...Mascara withers off your lashes, down your cheeks in heavy masses...
These mascara tears cover your bed...
They mix with your blood just above your head...

Hushaby baby, you're almost dead...You struck out the light, and your pillow is black and red...
Life threw you away like a rotten seduction...
Rockabye baby, swollen and forgotten...

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