My spirit wonders around, lurking,
i never walk into the light,
instead, i remain in the shadows,
waiting, soon to get my revenge,
and have some fun and then return to the place i now call home...its a place called
Devils alley,Hell.....Heres my address,
Devils Daughter
Devils alley,Hell
666 demonic street
I dream, and dream, but its a nightmare, i cannot escape it, death, blood, violence, Slit goes my wrist against the knife, i cannot help it, i dont know what im doing, im asleep, Slit goes my wrist against the knife again, my wrist is Slit again and again, the nightmare, its overcome me, i write a note to my girl/guy saying "im sorry babe i had to die but,cause livings just a waste of death and breathings just a waste of breath and why put a new address on the same old lonleyness when pretty soon we all just get old and die and its the truth for me, i love you babe, please dont cry, goodbye." Slit again, this time its not my wrist its my neck and now, i am the dream, i lay there dead, mornings just arrived, i wonder what they think of me when im not alive.
The truth in my mind is aworld of lies that i cannotdescribe or empower but the other truth is i never really lived so it doesnt matter i dont know what to say except im just a piece of shit so throw me away for later i continue to hate and hate myself more but the pain just keeps getting worse
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