So we meet again my old friend
as I say to my knife...
Here I am
addicted again...
Why I do it
is what you ask...
Lucid thoughts consume my sedation,
leaving me lonely within a barren tomb...
I Grasp My Heart.
Which she has torn apart...
Depression is an ocean of your own thoughts.
You sink in silence while the world breathes...
You asked me to be patient
and you asked me to be strong...
I lost it all, all is lost
who I was, In fear I've lost...
Emptiness fills my body
start to feel naughty...
Porcelain skin with her eyes painted black
delicate wrists stained a pure rosy red...
I am waiting.
Waiting for a storm to come...
Gazing out at the ocean, I saw nothing but it's...
I could not help thinking that an ocean without a...