Almost at the bottom,
my little rope untwined...

Ashes to Ashes
Dust to Dust...

Wise beyond her years.
She learned liefs a complicated game...

I walk to my room.
With out a sound...

Bruises have become a fashion.
There whats in style now a days...

The hauntinq qlow lit up your eyes and it burned...

Fragile wings.
That cannot fly...

I see the ending as you kiss my end
tell me that its just pretend...

Dig in.
The rip, the tear...

Ribbons of blood pour from
her severd veins again...

You deem me unfit, to even be me.
You say i don't feel, what ever you believe...

Re calibrate,
focusing in the small things...