The knife, the blade
The reflection of your face...
Roses tinged with a disease,
Charred by a plague of disgrace...
Alas
my love could not fill love in her heart...
I'm tired,
tired of this heart ache...
I am the one that puts on a fake smile.
The one that walks alone down the isles...
Elegant lines carve her frame
Finger tips smooth her waist...
Heavy sighs fill my heart
In every scene of Hell...
Here is my story
For those who'd like to hear...
Where were you when I needed you the most?
You were never there...
Pressed against the mirror to hear you talking to...
Thinking to myself, if help is really needed. I...
Exhausted
Exhausted from the Pain...
I cant handle this any more its to much to take.
I don't under stand all these thoughts that race...