Freindly faces no more
open sores, I've bleed gore
Ripped out my stitches
I only missed my night terrors I bore.
And theres more,
This last door
This warrior fallen to floors,
No more variety
this sick society, no more.
This peace no more to teach
Im frozen to the core.
I slit my wrist
To get a fix of trying to be pure.
My grey skin no more wins
Lets see the pain I'll endure.
I've been devoured
Still this power i feel no more.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC
Freindly faces no more
open sores, I've bleed gore
Ripped out my stitches
I only missed my night terrors I bore.
And theres more,
This last door
This warrior fallen to floors,
No more variety
this sick society, no more.
This peace no more to teach
Im frozen to the core.
I slit my wrist
To get a fix of trying to be pure.
My grey skin no more wins
Lets see the pain I'll endure.
I've been devoured
Still this power i feel no more.
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