I say a lot of things, and some of them are true,
but lie's like "I'm fine" are just not...
You say that I need to prove I'm real,
I don't see the point here...
The one that was never in the pictures,
The one that could find a way to keep distance...
If I Have An Heart
You Too Have An Pumping Organ...
Sipping vodka,
I pour myself another drink...
I know I seem to be recycling
the same old poem...
Children of the dark,
there is no need to be afraid...
The pain you feel is all to real.
The wound seems to peel...
Blood drips slowly from the slit on my wrist,
I can feel the throb of my pulse bobbing...
Hatred is useless,
Sadness is endless...
If only she had
feathers of fearlessness...
Like a broken umbrella,
she became useless for this life...