Looking around my cluttered room I notice that I have faced my doom. My worst thought has become true Do I dare start anew?
As I trace my glossy scars I want to reach for my guitar Alas, it does not release my pain I feel a pounding in my brain
My life has become a boring runt i am about done with this ******** stunt I do not want to even be here I am waiting for my opportunity to appear
As i see my blade, stained with red I see the blood that I once bled and I want nothing more than to pierce my skin planted on my face, an evil grin
Release the blood from my useless body Please, take away the oh so gaudy Watch as I leave this horrid place this evil world i could not face
TranquilAwakening · Fri Mar 15, 2013 @ 09:18am · 0 Comments |