Bleeding out in crimson blood,
staring in the mirror at what I have become-
A demon.
All traces of beauty gone,
my heart is wanted by none.
You ask me for a reason,
I tell you now what I told them-
Its all because of treason.
I wanted then, what I want now-
Out.
I can't get out.
For no longer am I fending for myself,
But a child as well.
Watch the tears rolls down my face,
watch the blood stream down my arm.
You have caused me all this harm.
I want to kill you,
I really do.
But my body freezes whenever you're around.
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faeriemusic
02:55 Mar 25 2009
its awesome =]
not the right word for it, but...
maybe beautiful is the right word?
i dont know anymore C=
Lordpeace
17:35 May 24 2009
very poignant my dear tell the story and the feelings im sorry you had to experience it but i know it made you stonger