My hand full of Bloody glass Welcome to the World you left me in Alone Promise broken Tearstains run As my eyes fog And I pass out Nothing Empty The definition Of my life You killed me How do you deal With a broken heart Is it possible To live without My air My pill… Continue reading Oh my liar, my love©
Tag: lullaby
through with you
Through darken streets and black tears wounded bones. silent moans weakend fights without a shed of light. drops of blood drip like melting wax off a candle.
Shallow Grave
no reason is necessary, there never is. Sat in a graveyard i wondered is there any point of living? Birth is not the beginning of life it is the beginning of death slow as it may be but for all we know death could be breathing down our necks.