its an ironic turn of events a selfproclaimed portrait of undeath
underlined by my start and point blank shot to the end
its a distrought representation of a ball and chain tight to my leg holding me down
the sound of my call makes the bell tole at a quarter past midnight to signal the dead to rise from below
to carve my name in every heart leaving my image burned into their heads causing migrain headaches and torment
to all who show me fear
so with heart in hand love is still just a word with no meanings
its got to be shown with a heart stapled on every chest you cant say you love me
the word has no meaning its the actions that make a difference in life
so unclasp the ball so no one can drag me down im love drunk and now the hangover kicks in and every day
it hurts so bad it drives over me day by day like a hit and run an then you were gone like a flash of light in a city wide blackout
i found a girl to hold me close but i feel so far away i found my heart i found the world i found out what i hate the world being s far apart
if only there was a way but day by day my heart is yours and day by day your image is burned into my eyes
by talon aka hatred of souls aka chris king
 hatred of souls · Tue Dec 23, 2008 @ 03:28am · 0 Comments |
