Dieing in this world of Sin
Decay fills the air we breathe
This fantasy feels so cold when we touch
Pain is our kiss and our embrace
Warm blood trickles down my arms
The red drops hit the thirsty soil and pool
I have grown tired of these gashes and wounds
A white rose that is your blade now red
Anguish Pools around me as it leaves my body
My Pain is your game and the blood tells you you've won
Your heart is in my hands and I only hold it
It's the blood and pain you beg for and the fear you detest
A game that is played is in your mind with the fear you feel
More and more you fear losing me and the harder you hit
Yet the more you hit the more you come to me to hold you
This game of blood and fear tears us to pieces
In Pieces we find our way into one only stronger
 nik1881 · Thu Aug 27, 2009 @ 08:55am · 0 Comments |
