Heroin, An Axe, And A Pocket Full Of Lies

by James Nappo   Nov 10, 2007


No light can be seen in his eyes

she put out all that remained in him.

Years of pain can be heard in his sighs

and he doesn't know quite how to act anymore.

Here's to the years,

here's to tonight.

This is for all my thoughts of you.

Here's to the years,

here's to tonight.

This is for all my thoughts of...

Now his body is a trembling mess.

The glass spills and stains her new dress.

His voice speaks not even a sound,

but his body screams her name.

Here's to the years,

here's to tonight.

This is for all my thoughts of you.

Here's to the years,

here's to tonight.

This is for all my thoughts of...

Shaking; Trembling

Screaming; Crying

Here's to the years,

here's to tonight.

This is for all my thoughts of you.

Here's to the years,

here's to tonight.

This is for all my thoughts of...

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  • 16 years ago

    by Kitsuneko

    This one has a certain pull to it. Awesome.