I dont like you enough to call you
i dont like you enough to txt you...

I can see the future
Every day i wake up...

I prop your smile up with sticks
as your tears wet the wood...

Alone i stand
tall and rebielent...

My tounqe cuts deep
my hands kill...

I am big
i am small...

Your simle hurts
as i bend to your will...

From the darkness it comes
clawing, scratching, killing...

In the Dark
we rot...

Three years its been sense i thought
three years its been sense i spoke...