If I rip your Heart out, maybe you will know how I feel. Maybe if I shove this stake through my Heart, You will know this s**t is real. There is a Demon inside use all, Just waiting to escape, Cause mass destrution that will terroize this age. So take this Razor, Sign your name across my wrist. You have no time to say your sorry. I'm sorry I must do this here and Now. I don't know what world you live in but in the Real World, There is always Fear. I stage this Murder, This set is just to real. The hollowness inside my soul Beckens to be Filled. Crimson Stained hands haunting my every Thought, It's time to make this Dream come True. Make the sign of The Cross, I'm going to Hell. Lying across a bed of Blackend Feathers. Tears, Blood, Pain, Angst, Depression, Oh Hail Mary Mother of "God", Pray for Us Sinners, Sinners. Oh Yes Prey For Us. For we have walked this narrow path alone for too long, Lost in our own darkend world of distrust and Sorrow. Paint me Black and Red In Sin. Put me of a circle when I die, not a Cross. A Cross is so easliy Broken, as a Circle goes on and on forever. Spin, Spin, Spin Around the World We Go, To be awaken to reality and wish we were Never Born. Silence Of The Youth.
[.Beautiful Lies.] · Sun Sep 04, 2005 @ 10:42pm · 2 Comments |