You created an image from dirt and twigs,
Molded yourself into frankincense, gold, and figs...
Cross my heart
Hope to die...
Your extinction has shattered me
The thought of your remorseless death...
Here lies my mournful memories.
Forever gone & never to deceive me...
Since the day you was took away
our heart has being faded Grey...
Don't know much about heaven but is hell the place...
Gotta make it to heaven for going threw hell...
This place is always so cold. Hug my jacket closer...
My mother tells me to be happy, it her birthday...
All we really have is nothing.
Nothing's all we ever own...
My home is the cabin that no longer stands,
on the edge of that watery stream...
The Voices..
They won't stop...
Hurt now, or hurt later
either way causes pain...
Her heart was ripped
Ripped apart from her soul...