Sitting down and drawing people
As mangled creatures that they are
Pen to paper, blade to wrist
Every line just like a scar
Out in public, it's a pencil
But in private, it's a knife
She keeps drawing all those people
That seem to scribble out her life
When she gets home they come at her
Their fists are made of Crimson paint
Her skin starts turning into purple
Such colours worthy of a saint
And yet religion would look down
Upon the cruel things they do
Their reflection's seen within
All the monstrosities she drew
Those monsters never satisfied
They search for pain within her eyes
This girl that draws when the world's blind
She's the same girl that never cries.
Quote is from the song 'Prophecy' by Asking Alexandria
ESTÁS LEYENDO
I Think We're Doomed
PoetryA bunch of poems I wrote. Pictures include quotes from the songs I listen to and some of my drawings. Cut off my wing and come lock me up Just pull the plank yeah I've had enough Tear me to pieces, sell me for parts You're all vampires so here You...
