I feel stuck inside my emotions,
trapped by all my fear.
How is it that my own santuary frightens me into tears?
My heart feels bitter from all these intoxicating years,
but even now, my soul is doesn't shed a tear.
All your crooked fictures reversed by the mirror,
But I know the truth, I see your lies getting clearer.
This dry withering heart,
these strands of brittle hair,
Thinking of a time I blankly stare.
Into the black, the void, forever in dispare.
 TearsofBlood · Tue Jul 26, 2005 @ 06:29pm · 0 Comments |
