My dear sweet tragedy,
She mourns out to me,
Calling and collecting,
Of truths never destined to be.
Collecting tears in little jars,
And blood in a crusted pool,
My heart, my love, is wearing thing,
And the nights are getting cruel.
My hair is twisted is fury,
The knots are tightening still,
My love she sits there screaming,
But i'm afraid i've had my fill.
The world is turning upside down,
And the alcohol is warming,
My lips, my throat, my heart,
Have all began their numbing.
The razors outwitted the needles,
For i'm far to broken to stitch,
My heart is dried, and lifeless,
And my soul is to dead to fix.
Your smile corrupts me,
It leaves bloody gashes in my ears,
I love you, I need you...
But your playing off my fears.
My skin is melting from my face,
The wind it screams your wrath,
I'm listening your death mass,
And carving out my path.
Your eyes have burned inside of me,
And baby it's homocide,
You left me laying and bleeding alone,
And this time, I will surely die.
Unknown "SexXKitten" Angry
- 16 years, 25 days ago
Sorry if its not dark enough for you but crazy cheerleader happy faces can be scary too - and point of fact - you are very beautiful
