Slit my teenage wrist, Pour my soul upon you. That sunny dreams of death wouldn't feel. An Angel back in heaven, Lost amoung the free. For all eternity. Cloths covering up bones and flesh that are meant to rot. I don't believe in God, so I can never be saved. Pure Cruel thoughts in my head. Leather stained so worn it could melt. That haunting demonic rage within are Soul. Smothering cries of living Hell. That holy waters rise with one weil. Alone doesn't hurt anymore, the pains too strong to feel it. Alone doesn't work nomore, there's no one left to Heal it. These dried up tears on my face never to be replaced with tears of joy and laughter. Too many voices none of them mine. They're far too loud, to hear my pain inside. Let my tears flow with Grace. Tied up with knots that won't unwind. Fed up with cruel dreams acting kind. With your beating heart to Blame, The Shame of being alive......
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[.Beautiful Lies.] · Sun Aug 28, 2005 @ 07:23am · 3 Comments |