As cold as truth, her azure eyes are
Against her cheeks so rosy red...
Another day has gone by and back to my bed i go...
Don't you dare go out at night,
There out you are not safe as in light...
Everytime somthing goes wrong
or theres just nothing to do...
With special paint and brush.
a wound could be closed shut...
With nice little twist,
I slit my wrist...
Many times tears are shed,
does it make us dead...
Love me,
my razor blade...
Dreams are good,
dreams are bad...
At the end of a forest
In the dead of the night...
Black tresses flying wild in frenzied gale
enchanted spray of rainbow mist...
I don't recall a memory
i merge into your world...