Open wounds, scarified. the consuming darkness, black painted eyes. wanders around, doesn’t belong. open wounds bleeding forever a pretty face a tortured soul crying eyes never cease tears of blood stream down a pale face. open wounds a stolen breath a serated dagger falls to the floor streaming from within a crimson river.
Tag: pretty face
ToRN aPaRT
She drifts, in a dream, that others call life. Looking for answers that no one can supply No one understands, just how hurt one can be. Just another hurt soul, who can do nothing but cry.
Death is only the begining – Poem
As the tears roll down your pretty face, and as you stare off into endless space, you ask God “God answer me this, what did i do, what have i done,
Forgotten
She looks into your eyes making you laugh in a way i never could she takes your hand and i am forgotten
No Control
Created solely for the use of the band Tears of Pain. I see waves crashing below me Hearing the storm rumble in the distance Lightning through he blackened sky Like rips that tear my heart
poetry of pain loneliness
i see you sitting there pretty auburn hair such a pretty face such a sweet smile but you dont even know i care
Shackled
Awaiting in the darkest hour When your blood runs cold and your heart turns sour