Black eyes, blue heart, green hands, yellow soul
Girls in white dresses, who dip their face in blood
Bear themselves with a hellish grace.
Forked roads never lead to the correct destination
Following the angels of hell leads to nothing but the abyss
Gorging myself on beauty, I see the white sky
Flogging myself with duty, I see my heart go by
Burning myself with nothing, I stare into her eyes
And I feel like I'm dying, like I am death,
Like it's in me, like it is soaking through me
And I can't breath, or look away.
This is my life, and I have to live it. Even though everyday I'm handed a black rose.
I feel like I've been shot through the heart to many times to name.

They are times I feel like my life is repeating itself,
Things that make me sad,
Disgusted,
Keep happening,
In various ways,
Over again.
What am I to do?
It hurts my heart to think of you,
yet you're always right at the front of my mind,
right along with the discomforting thoughts.
What am I to do?