The girl who is to freaky
even for the misfits and outcasts...
SNICK...
My Dreams go up in Flames
as the Ashes dance around in the breeze...
The cold waters hit my feet
As I stare out at the nothingness...
Act upon
the Devilish thoughts...
Im done
Throw down my weapons...
Her voice is thick
with unshed tears...
Things once Precious
now ripped away...
"A smell of wine and cheap perfume"
Spilling from his earphones...
I sit here and stare
at the harsh Blue veins...
The Razor,
It calls to me...
I am the self proclaimed
Life's court jester...