This is the last time
I write about your love...
Juggling pills just to try and survive
deep down in the dark...
A girl with no name sunk without a trace,
as she jumped from a world...
I'm sick of playing all these games,
a game of ghosts beyond the door...
Crazy dreams wait until dark
and haunt me when I'm...
I say a lot of things, and some of them are true,
but lie's like "I'm fine" are just not...
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...