It's a place of comfort,
Its a place to call your own...

As i lay,
my soul being devoured...

Eyes are beautiful,
Eyes are the key to your soul...

Love life,
Fresh air in your lungs...

Sometimes i feel
so lost, so unaware...

Blood is that beautiful thing,
that pours from the slices in your arms...

Blades slice through me
like a knife through an apple...

I would like to drift
away from everything under a doves wing...

Love and hate,
Right and wrong...

When times are s**t,
just sit and think...

I hold your heart in my hands,
I hold your eyes in my stare...

When i look into your eyes,
i see the hurt you've felt inside...