Unknown to the watchers
Those are not spikes of ice...
DARLING I'M DEAD
I WAS SHOT THROUGH THE HEAD...
My head is pounding
And my throat is sore...
I'm sitting in my room,
cuts deep down in my wrist...
I tried to hang myself last night,
I was done with the lifetime fight...
paused one moment to look to life.
But it all ended, when I grabbed the knife...
Searching for Charlotte Dymond,
Who's lover stole her life...
The roses are dead, the violets are wilted
The lemons are sour, and so is my friend...
Hey!
Your probably wondering way I wrote this to you...
As we sit in pure silence,
And we breathe in cold air...
I am sorry it had to come to this,
That you had to see this awful site...
My friend told me
when the dark...