Blood trickles down from my eyes
these are new tears I cry
They spill the lonliness out
and leave me a hard core
It doesnt burn
I cant learn
This is me shakken and shatterd
One finger on the red button
one hand on the door
imediate entry is needed
If your going to try and stop me
It doesnt burn
Im colder and stern
This is me shakken and shatterd
The doctor said I wasnt born with a heart
I never thought he was right
but as I grow farther apart
I see what a black lump can do
It doesnt burn
my face angles and turns
This is me shakken and shatterd
Blood runs with the marrow out of my bones
krispy and dry it runs head to toes
I pull away farther so know one will notice
that my veins turn purple from the disease
It burns my soul
and takes a tole
To be born the sheen
and Icy queen
 jpat16 · Sat Apr 28, 2007 @ 01:50pm · 0 Comments |
