My poor Mena.......
She is strong even though everyone tries to weaken her
She is alive when she should be dead....
She is sweet when she should be hateful....
My heart is broken
It's leaking to the floor
For my poor Mena
Is so broken I'm sure....
My Mena says she's ok
But I am afraid she is not
Because when questions are asked
She just looks away
Like nothing happened that day
I love my Mena
She is beautiful and sweet and kind
She is a wonderful person
And anyone who meets her
Will be jealous
That they do not have a heart as strong
As Mena's...
People walk past
As I die inside...
People come to slit me up
People go to sell the blood...
Withering inside
A piece of me cuts around the slime
Stabbing into corners
Waiting for the reservior to fill
SCREAMS enlighten my pains
Kill me
Because love does not exist here
Love does not folow me
Love does not take care of me
Love is not existing in this poor life
That I unfortunately am cursed to call me.
This is a song I wrote that I didn't like how it sounded but I like the lyrics....
Sleeping with death on your back
I want to kill you... hard
You don't sleep alone
Under those bloody sheets
I can feel the pulsing
Between your resting bodies
Pounding in my heart, going into my spine
My little Satan friend
Beckons me to die
Walking to me in this darkness
With me inside you breathing
You have me tonight
In this ice, I call home
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