Beautiful Painting of a girl
blessed with love and grace...
The man sat on his stool,
His fingers painted nimbly...
Can I be free now?
Will you let me be free...
Broken Hearts.
Pouring Tears...
If I could turn back time
I would go back to that day...
If nothing is worth it
Why carry on...
On my death bed nothing to say
i want this to end i want this to all go away...
Six feet under
whispers flow through the dirt and roots...
He picks up the razor.
She grabs the knife...
Its so weired
that i can no longer talk to your face...
As I lay in the hospital
So frail and defeated...
She tries to hide the bruises
Imprinted on her arms...