It's been so long I need a friend. Waiting for the sun that doesn't set from the inside. I feel the dawn is drawing near. And I feel the suffering. . Close you're eyes (All of the dreams inside are always real.
Every time I saw her face..no offense I thought she had just died. What the hell ya thinking?. All the fishes in the sea, you had to catch the one that had just died.
I'm a sucker for the tension. You better soak it before your brain forgets it. Run away, run away, run away with me. You love the attention ... get on your knees.
I can feel you crawling on my skin. All the hate inside still haunting me within. You promised that you'd wait with me. And in the end you never woke me up.
All the bullshit out you're mouth again. all the time, the same old lines, if only now and then. Feel the anger, swallow up the pain. Feel the fear deep inside calling out your name.
I can see you in a photograph. I find you fading away. I am watching you through broken glass, each and every day. You fill my mind with hopeless dreams.
This desire is so annoying, like a red hot rock in my palm.. My nerves hurt and my legs convulse.. Walking on broken glass.. The soporific serenity permanently reflected in your charming face gives you jurisdiction..
It's been seven nights since my latest craving.. An urge so compelling, it consumes my every thought.. Drawn by the glare of your flaming lips,. fascinated by the way your touch turns everything to ashes..
Standing alone inside a frantic crowd with incriminating facts in hand.. An imperative vision of satisfaction.. My overwhelmed pupils contain illegible mortification..
The art of silencing people.. Murdering enemies is such a pleasurable task.. Suppress any possible living/breathing threat from the equation.. Empowered by the poisonous touch of my silver plated advocate,.
Plunged in bitterness. Seduced by an ocean of discontent. Carrying an everlasting smile with insouciance. Cultivating this disconnection with every single interaction.
Praise my immaculate skin complexion.. Cherish these symmetrical features.. I maintain my poise on this pedestal.. If looks could kill, my charms would scatter faceless dead bodies everywhere..
Harvesting the deceased.. Artificial tissues made in laboratories.. Engineered cells reinforced.. Praising complex metamorphosis.. Harvesting the deceased..
Everything comes to an end.. Castrate my tool, store it safely in a jewel case and throw away the key.. Separation has tainted my comely sunny skies..