A Knife Is Pressed Against Your Throat
As Blood Runs Down Your Neck...
A weathered, frayed doll sits quietly at a corner
Its patches illuminated by dim rays of light...
As i watch my crimson tears fall to the floor
from the slits on my arm...
Lilies bloom over the shards of mutilated...
embedding stinging roots into its pedestal of ice...
[Rise Against] The Roadside
'Til the tint of silver faded light...
She must really hate me
its true now i can see...
Finding my way, I try to look back
All I can see is nasty and black...
Walking down the street
Its midnight nobodys around...
Disappear for my sake, and my sake only
I want you gone, I want you away from me...
If roses grow in heaven
lord please pick a bunch for me...
She closes her door at night
To block out all the pain...
* I wrote this poem on my birthday (march 25th)*
This day has been filled with birthday wishes...