Who am I Even I dont know This troubled soul To be Hidden there in concealed flesh Lies rotten puke I voimted out black pile out it came weeping for mercy But instead it cried out in pain The chains grew tighter Deeper into darkness The tunnel endless without light The smoggy atmosphere tense I hid my face I couldn't look back at the mirror's They released reflections of truth Which I held onto These roaring lions Savaged my inmost being . I was an animal not worthy of redemption One that should be forgotten not forgiven.
it’s a trial you know, standing by your side. it’s a test of my strength, my courage, my pride. do I want to give up? give up in us? what us? it never existed it was all in my head i let myself think there was a meaning behind the bed. but you were my demon sitting deep in the dark waiting to pounce waiting for that spark you took my feelings and shoved them aside just because you were worried about you and your pride I am not significant enough for you to spend your thoughts on well yeah, that’s pretty rough buddy.
A girl, made of glass. A boy, made of brass. Hearts of paper. Tears turn to vapor. Not enough time. They say it’s fine. Hearts turn to ashes. Skin burning, from the lashes. Liars sell their secrets and lies. While every rose slowly dies.