what in this world could ever save me from myself? all the hurt i seem to ease and take away, then i pretend and cover up my shield of disuading me of what i am becoming this quick. the rush makes to find what i never saw before you, i stand in front of the man in my new fantasies, no, i could not tell why this grieve never stops, wicked bitch if means for carnage, a brand move to keep improving while he cries at me,
i’ll see you in my bed covered by your own misery for nothing special, just another path in the way of sorrow but now it comes the retrieves. is not easy to calm hunger, sometimes it takes more than i can give, loses can be decieved so what the fuck you think you are doing with me? i cannot read this, it begins steeling when i get involved, anything blurries up on this, forever is gone and tomorrow is never while i still walk your way. hit the hunter, is enough by now for his kept awake night, it does have related to what i was running of in first place, the rot is on these phrases… opened heart starts to follow to keep it away from here, caged in a box full of remorse, i can’t bear to watch it, i’ll step my burdens to clean up the mess my life is, i am mean for your aims. through the glass his blood stains, it could have been different, it should have ended the other way but so far he let that happen, to the place he lays now surrounded by fears of the coming times, i loved you the twisted way you can ever forget, how you did with our poisoned minds. we belong to each other but this once, not my filthy eyes would change your hopes.