Looking down on the lifeless figure
Sitting alone in the dark...
Living in a world like this,
is it really a surprise...
If A Cutter Cuts For Attention
then why do they hide it so well...
Giving in to all my sin
crimson rivers flowing from broken skin...
Vague outlines expose masks (unidentified)
Rolling tears cover imperfections (tarnished...
Languishing memories wandering,
With many distant solitude thoughts...
Time's repeating once more,
Stuck between spider webs...
Years of lost control
Notes bound to the soul...
Deprived future demolished by anguish,
Hidden beneath forbidden salt teardrops...
Take me to a better place,
this life is getting to hard...
The little girl looks out in the world,
But all she sees is rain...
To: Bunk, I miss you!!
A salty tear...