I'm 'blacky', or so my friends and family now call me. I've little left of once was a blissful life as a teenager mooching off my parents as I live in an apartment with two other mates of mine. |
A rose of green stem,
Of violet petals bleeding hope...
My knife was my needle, cuts now scar my fingers, chains of lies were used as my thread, and they now cover my bed. |