• There's no ******** use
    Standing here with words unbroken
    tears unspoken
    Dreams untold.

    No ******** use.
    To live in this ******** up thing we call 'life'

    What the ******** is it?
    It's no object.
    If it were i would
    stab it to ******** pieces.
    And make it leave me alone
    from making the darkness come one me
    everytime i smile
    From making myself covered with cuts and bruises
    everytime i cryed.

    cryed and cryed.
    Until blood was only left.
    cryed and cryed blood.
    Till no blood was left.
    So i cryed and cryed soul.
    Till no soul was left.

    All that was left was a cascaded shadow.
    And broken skin.
    wroughting upon the floor.
    With no one noticing.
    And no one caring.

    Here i am.
    The one person.
    Who didn't care the most.
    The one person who felt lonely the most.
    The one person who lived her life in dark.
    Dark and deep.
    Lust of blood.

    It's gone.