A little girl, no more than seven,
rides the bus home from school...
Hanging by the rope,
she saw the love I had for her...
If I die tomorrow, there will be people who have...
To one person I might be the biitch who thought...
Through fragile skin I'll torture you
But time just makes the scares harder to see...
Diminishing Love,
Like The Deepest And Darkest Of All Dreams...
Just sitting here in my tut,
Black lines down my tear streaked face, looking in...
Blood stains on the ground
The nightingale makes no sound...
Goodnite, Sweetheart, Goodnite
From far away I imagine your voice...
I've never felt so alone,
so deeply darkly dead...
Who knew her bleeding wrist
Would hurt his beating heart...
I wandered through the bitter cold
In search of your warm eyes...
There is this girl
Heart tattered and broken...