Porcelian children shattered by pain
With clouds above their heads
Drenching them in rain.
Deadly sinners redeeming their souls
Trying to reach
An unreachable goal.
Those porcelain children whose souls still cry
Still sit on the shelf,
Just waiting to die.
The deadly sinners,
For their sins they mourn.
But, we've all been sinners since the day we were born.
Those porcelain children,
Their souls are screaming.
And, at the same time their hearts are dreaming.
And the deadly sinners
Will just sit and wait.
All we sinners are destined to a horrible fate.
We're all just porcelain children,
Just sinners waiting for fate.
We're all just porcelain sinners
Who only know how to hate.
 firebelow20 · Wed Aug 29, 2007 @ 12:22am · 2 Comments |
