Not much to say. Teenager with an affinity for words, a past that intermittently comes back to haunt me. |
I never got you know you,
God took you away...
Add another tally mark
'Cause there she goes again...
Shadows cling to peeling walls
As sickly light shines through the dark...
I'm uninspired;
Feeling tired...
In these halls of barren walls
My pain peacefully sleeps...
Add another tally mark
'Cause there she goes again...
The worn, peeling violin case
Sits patiently on the shelf...
Blood tastes of metal; ironic that it should be like that which draws it... |