It hurts, where I used to love youIt's an empty souless wastelandWhere shadows came to play.We were lovers but we are soldiers nowIn a war both sides already lostI swore that I loved for your mindBut I may have been thinking aboutyour assBut I can't deny this taste for youThis...
My life is like a flame,
a flame that sits a top a pillar of wax,
burning brightly and strongly,
casting a dim but warm glow,
on a large space,
providing warmth and comfort,
and bring security and light,
to a room filled with dark,
but the pillar of wax,
slowly melts away,
oh child, what have you done?
The blood on your knife says you’ve killed someone!
Don’t touch it, don’t touch it! Don’t hold that blade!
Whenever you smile, it gives you away.
Ah, little ghost. You found your way,
to banish your fear and deny your pain.
As the moon lights dim and the dark creeps in and as blackness replaces each day. I instead engage my psychotic rage and embark on my murderous rampage. As the blade cuts deep so the blood flow weeps and their souls are sent straight to hell. One a silent dream now un-earthly...
black as night that filled the sky,
swarming o'er the nigh up hi,
the cursed to flail and fall,
'Twas this day I gave,
A pass and release until my grave,
To I feel the free being in relentless pursuit of knowing truth.
As the moonlights dim and the dark creeps in and as darkness replaces each day. I instead engage my psychotic rage and embark on my murderous rampage. As the blade cuts deep so the blood flow weeps and their souls are sent straight to hell. Once a silent dream now un- earthly...
It was a beautiful sultry day,
sun high in the perfect blue sky,
air clean and fresh,
walking along the beach,
walking through a cultural city
outdoor cafés, smiling couples;
What a day, what a day!
You pick up your toddler,
you squeeze her tight,
money may be limited...