Perfect Pain
Pain seen through the eyes
Hidden through the mask
Of tears and smiles
Life is the prison
Holding her in
Cold extrior
Her main defense
Existing, being forced to exist
Her punishment without paroll
Perfect Little Flaws
Soft blue-gray eyes
In morning's first glow
Soft white-peach skin like porelin
den till the next first light
By cold pale skin
Perfect
Even perfection has its flaws
Cuts and bruises to spare
Blood spilled each night
Covered by perfect clothers
Black, black, black
Black arm warmers
Black shirts
Black pants
Black shoes
Perfect
Even perfection has its flaws
A heart dangling on a chain
Around a neck
Borken slightly
But perfect on the outside
Even perfection has its
Perfect little flaws
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Cold wind blowing around
Sweeping everything in its path
Leaving destruction
And lonely soles
Souless eyes watching the destruction
Their homes being torn to bits
As well as the memories they held
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Alone again
With nothing vetter to do then write a poem
Shadows brining comfort
With love and care no where to be found
Depths of sadness
They increase so fast
"Things can't get worse."
Just a foolish saying
Things always get worse
And often do
"I care"
Is just another lie
No one truely cares
And all will abandon in time
So don't fool your alrady bleeding soul
Stay hidden
For the shadows will accept all
Once the fact that you'll be alone
Can be accepted
Pain seen through the eyes
Hidden through the mask
Of tears and smiles
Life is the prison
Holding her in
Cold extrior
Her main defense
Existing, being forced to exist
Her punishment without paroll
Perfect Little Flaws
Soft blue-gray eyes
In morning's first glow
Soft white-peach skin like porelin
den till the next first light
By cold pale skin
Perfect
Even perfection has its flaws
Cuts and bruises to spare
Blood spilled each night
Covered by perfect clothers
Black, black, black
Black arm warmers
Black shirts
Black pants
Black shoes
Perfect
Even perfection has its flaws
A heart dangling on a chain
Around a neck
Borken slightly
But perfect on the outside
Even perfection has its
Perfect little flaws
Untitled
Cold wind blowing around
Sweeping everything in its path
Leaving destruction
And lonely soles
Souless eyes watching the destruction
Their homes being torn to bits
As well as the memories they held
Untitled
Alone again
With nothing vetter to do then write a poem
Shadows brining comfort
With love and care no where to be found
Depths of sadness
They increase so fast
"Things can't get worse."
Just a foolish saying
Things always get worse
And often do
"I care"
Is just another lie
No one truely cares
And all will abandon in time
So don't fool your alrady bleeding soul
Stay hidden
For the shadows will accept all
Once the fact that you'll be alone
Can be accepted
