i walk around the carnage of my souls carcasses your empty promises lying around like shells and cartridges you were the harness keeping me from falling into this heartless fortress i should have known your touch wasn't just harmless it was there to harvest my dreams my hopes my aspirations , until you **** out every thing and there is nothing but darkness... your love letters look like habeas corpus summoning me to a court, with a sentence to the gallows
i have swallowed all your lies and the pain the shrapnel of what we were once are still stuck in my heart and brain.. too scared to love and dream again too scared to even mention your name too scared that you were the dame..
inspired by the famous comic by frank miller.. " sin city: a dame to **** for"..