Sitting here
I think "Who am I"
Nameless..
Faceless...
Hopeless....?
I'm a nightmare
The disaster
The thing people run from
Where only angels dare run to
I never amounted to much
My legacy is ash and memory
Dark things shifting in my soul
This mask this composure
Falling like dust to the floor
Scared and broken the feeling washes away
Ruby Red and hair black and smooth as jet.
This is who I am
Rage and force
The storm heart
A demon wolf in sheep clothes
Some times I forget
That I am..
Chaos and proud
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 2:46 AM UTC
Sitting here
I think "Who am I"
Nameless..
Faceless...
Hopeless....?
I'm a nightmare
The disaster
The thing people run from
Where only angels dare run to
I never amounted to much
My legacy is ash and memory
Dark things shifting in my soul
This mask this composure
Falling like dust to the floor
Scared and broken the feeling washes away
Ruby Red and hair black and smooth as jet.
This is who I am
Rage and force
The storm heart
A demon wolf in sheep clothes
Some times I forget
That I am..
Chaos and proud
