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When all the rain stops falling.
the days, left for me, are number
I am hopelessly devoted,
to my mask.
Addicted, I wear almost every day.
Maybe a drug, maybe just lies,
I do as it says.
nights pass,
peices of my sanity roll down my face in drops.
You're giving me chills.
too close... too hot... too you!
Do I miss you?
Now that you have tiethis know 'round my throat,
looped again and again.
In the darkest hour, Your famous last words ring...
"I don't want to hurt you"
Everything shatters.
This corpse of me, all believe.
But I would know.
Lifeless and soul-less and emtpy.
How do I live without you?
I lust for something.... angthing to take away the pain.
a life of happiness true.
To escape from complete nightmare...
right back to you
 PrincessGamma · Tue Dec 29, 2009 @ 02:48am · 0 Comments |
