Pain, pain, pain
Wake up and feel again
She opens her eyes to a damn dark world
While everyone still sees colour
Breathe, breathe, breathe
Until her blood begins to seethe
Stand in front of the murderous window
To see the monster she's become
Blink, blink, blink
Until she doesn't sink
Into the dark black hole
Of this sickness that becomes her
See, see, see
What people see in the tree
That is the brain of hers
She grabbed the mask that she liked to wear
Die, die, die
She plays dress up one last time
She grabbed her necklace of rope, the pearls of poison
But she took one last breath to live again
Live, live, live
Her heart she did give
To someone in the crowd of the world
She could breathe easy once again
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To Write On My Heart
PoetryA mirror to her soul. Look into her eyes for there is the key. Her heart is locked and I you won't ever know who she really is. The soul is the reason you take a chance on her because to know who she really is, is magic. So look into her eyes, and g...
