I hate the sorrow
That I've made
A world so dark,
In which I create
A sea of glass
Shore of broken joys
I crash down
Watching it destroyed
Smoke fills the air
Slowly kills inside
I take another hit,
To waste my time
Ana screams
Starving my mind
I always give in
She's always right
My sweaters hush
And hide my arms
Latter's of scars
To cut and harm
The world of demons
Who I fight
Live in this darkness
There're always right.
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Eternal Sleep
PuisiIn dedication of Olivia, Rest in peace 9/9/14 You were too young to take your life so soon. EARSE THIS DREAM: She had never lived, She had never died, She was always a ghost, Rotten, dead inside She hung from a rope, She fell to the grave, H...
