Not a word has been spoken since that night.
The night where words ran wild, and no one saw the light.
My heart is breaking from the people who leave.
My heart was stolen by night's terrible thieve.
The secrets and lies that people deny.
The heart and pain that is dying in time.
The blood that is streaking across the skin.
The razor can't stop digging in.
Words of hate leave ink on your bones.
Wanting no more to pick up the stones.
I wait for death to take me home.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC
Not a word has been spoken since that night.
The night where words ran wild, and no one saw the light.
My heart is breaking from the people who leave.
My heart was stolen by night's terrible thieve.
The secrets and lies that people deny.
The heart and pain that is dying in time.
The blood that is streaking across the skin.
The razor can't stop digging in.
Words of hate leave ink on your bones.
Wanting no more to pick up the stones.
I wait for death to take me home.
