Strawberry gashes shinning bright Her feeling-less skin is chalky white She’s filled with pain and shuddering with fear She picks up her blade and holds it near She’s no longer absorbed with fright Careless of what will happen tonight Her arms are red and look a sight She cries In the dark because she hates the light This vampire child feels no love She’ll fall to hell not rise above This pain is relief From her life of grief Her wrists are sore But she cuts them more Cut cut cut Slice slice slice Nobody believes this feels so nice Her salty tears begin to flow But why she’s crying she doesn’t know So cut your wrists and black your eyes Just to check you’re still alive
_Roooose_ · Sun Oct 19, 2008 @ 06:08pm · 0 Comments |