Dark red stains on clean white sheets
Cracked pencil sharpeners, missing a piece
Angst and loneliness spelled out in blood
Bitter and afraid, longwing for the one I loved
To save me from this wreck
That has become my ******* life
Trapped inside a world
Where I can't get any respite
From the pain, oh the pain
That makes death seem like the only escape
And as the artist turns back to his canvas
He carves a heart
Broken and empty
On his pale white skin
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 10:04 PM UTC
Dark red stains on clean white sheets
Cracked pencil sharpeners, missing a piece
Angst and loneliness spelled out in blood
Bitter and afraid, longwing for the one I loved
To save me from this wreck
That has become my ******* life
Trapped inside a world
Where I can't get any respite
From the pain, oh the pain
That makes death seem like the only escape
And as the artist turns back to his canvas
He carves a heart
Broken and empty
On his pale white skin
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