I look into the mirror,
hoping what I see is fake...

Her lips painted in blood,
hollow stomach, caved in for love...

A mirror made of ripples
in the solid plains of steel...

A zipper closes with the ease of hate
too many footsteps walk to the gate...

Im on my knees,
please just listen for a moment...

Roses open slowly to reveal the color inside,
vivid in their brightness, so gloriously divine...

I cannot sleep
the darkness casting shadows on the wall...

Remember me,
when the blade slides deep...

Who knew?
Down my drain at night, flow rivers of red blood...

What you might not understand,
is that not everyone is born in fairytale land...

Why am i so afraid?
my dreams have all been torn away...

Life is not a simple thing,
the strumming of bare feet on asphalt...