Previously The Devils Own Slave |
When I first met you,
I could never have known...
This is just a short poem,
A little note...
When we started this,
You said we had to keep it low...
Do you see these scars all over my body?
They're my razor blade art...
This is just another tragic tale
Of boy meets girl...
As kids we're taught
That you can't always...
Each time I get my hopes up,
You find a way to dash them...
Do you hear the silence,
Broken by happy laughter...
I'm sitting here in front of your T.V
But you're not here at my side...
It's 5 o'clock and the sun is up.
I listen to the birds singing...
You are a very complicated person, but somehow that still turns me on... |
I have died at the hand of Love. |
A caterpillar can only a beautiful butterfly once it has undergone a massive transformation. It takes months, but it happens. |