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Suicidal Missions #2
I found out that I don't really have a soul, but that doesn't really bother me.
When you left me,
after a while,
it felt like someone
had cut out my heart,
sewed me back up and
expected me to live without it.
after a while,
it felt like someone
had cut out my heart,
sewed me back up and
expected me to live without it.
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I run I fall what ripped away
check my body now
was it body or soul
the darkness fades fades to the light
disappearing now
disappears from the night
And all these nightmares I once had
as a child
the morning always came
it came too late
what did my mind forget
forget to hide
could be the nightmare be awake
I don't know
In or out up or down
never know its an illusion
round and round on and on
every day spins my confusion
Not again, not again, not again
from this dream I can't awake
what is real, what is real, what is real
it's getting hard for me to take
what I need, what I need, what I need
a little something I rely
and the white sugar gently hides me
Oh the sweet sugar saves me
it's the room that confines me
confines me
sweet sugar
Yesterday back and forth
broken door no longer opens
breaking down need it now
mother's sugar always loves me
Not again, not again, not again
from this dream I can't awake
what is real, what is real, what is real
it's getting hard for me to take
what I need, what I need, what I need
a little something I rely
and the white sugar gently hides me
Oh the sweet sugar saves me
it's the room that confines me