Post by blah on Nov 5, 2011 5:02:16 GMT -5
Unforgiving, hypocritical angel with horns your the rose with no pedals you've got nothing but thorns. You fill my heart with pain as it's ripped from my chest and the burn of your deceit can't reverse the coldness with which you are blessed. You're shallow state of mind the waters no one wishes to tread, lead to lonely islands where lay the souls that are dead. If you opened your heart, your mind body and soul I could show you the world that you clearly don't know but instead you live a life of judgement coldness and hating so go on be dead to me, I'm no longer waiting.
You're touch I longed for but received no fix, I was a pawn in your seducing game of evil mind tricks that you play on the weak and undeserving young, that's when the blackness of your heart began to show.
You're touch I longed for but received no fix, I was a pawn in your seducing game of evil mind tricks that you play on the weak and undeserving young, that's when the blackness of your heart began to show.