I wake up in the middle of the night,
Drenched in sweat dripping over my eyes...
From pain,
she speaks...
The rose,
So very red...
I tant the Devil,
I laugh in his face...
I live in a dark room
Where my pain surrounds me...
[[it's not really like a poem but i hope you like...
Nothing matters and nothing ever will...
A slash of the wrist to get me by
every day i hope to die...
I'm stuck in a place,
a hell I call home...
Alone in bed she looks around
afraid of whats to come...
Does anyone know the real me?
Do they know im not as happy as i seem...
I want you to think
Just like i think...
It's a gift from me to you
A shot of paradise...