Hearts thrashed, rooms too Broken...Dead No life left...Only misery The shadows of the night whisper through To me... Broken glass, a head full of smoke Fogging the way... I need a hand to guide me... Only, there is no hand only a knife Braking in grip and digging deep into the 2nd layer of skin Blood flows, only making me double over in pain I wish there were someone to bandange the wound, but the wound....Is my life
iChemical-kiss · Sun Nov 30, 2008 @ 11:01pm · 0 Comments |