It was something
about that December day...
My last bang,
As I fade away...
Always lost inside this place,
Empty promises upon on my face...
The wall...
is it there...
When i was in your arms i felt safe
when i saw you my heart smile...
Black tears,
black eyes...
Don't cry, little sister; because I left you...
God came to me last night, and now I must be on my...
Bruises have become a fashion.
There whats in style now a days...
How I long to feel enchanted,
by eyes that bare the soul...
Petals-
Slowly falling before my eyes...
You move closer
Needle in hand...
I should have known:
the sun does shine...