There's so many secrets to an artist's past
So many one does not share...
I lie here, trying to ignore the noises i hear...
of my pillow around my ears, the noises tormenting...
January was cold and lonely month of deceit and...
February the month of love, turned into the month...
The pain grows deep,
as my thoughts grow week...
Haunted, By nothing.
But It's real, It's real. All hope is gone...
When I look up into the sky
I see shimmering lights...
Broken angels
Fill the night skies...
A storm never noted
(in my eyes...
When death comes you will see,
you will forget them and remember me...
The smoke that separates us
Shrouds me in clouds now...
It feels like I am falling
deeper in this hole...
Pour salt on funeral fires,
manequettes strung by devilish wires...