You were born into
All fine linens and gold...
A faint whispering
Through the chink of the thick woods...
Blood red skies
So full of goodbyes...
She pushes away anyone
who tires to care...
I'm going to draw a picture a picture with a twist...
These footsteps I keep hearing
I sense that someone's staring...
Finally- I open my eyes,yet the
world around me has changed...
You look at me with disgust and I don't know why...
A bleeding curse prey on my existence.
It follows and devours in its own twisted fashion...
Suicide, suicide where art thee? Have u not yet
Consumed my worthless soul, the purging I am yet...
Surely standing scarred since shadows show signs...
Voices of creeping ,screaming ,running
Looking for the calm of early field and hiding...