I. Before the Storm
Bury me at twilight
Because I crave the dark wind
Whisper to me wonders
Of the kind that never end
When I am nothing more than ashes
I will sing again...
But til then
Allow the stars to shine forever.
II. The Storm
I die every time I take the knife
KILL ME
KILL MY DREAMS
KILL EVERYTHING THAT I'VE WORKED FOR
I AM NOTHING
MAKE ME NOTHING
TAKE THIS BLOOD
TAKE EVERYTHING FROM ME
TAKE MY SOUL
YOU WANT IT
LET THE BLOOD FLOW FROM ME
I SCREAM EVERY TIME I CRY
AND THIS BLOOD IS MY LIFE
KILL ME
KILL ME
KILL ME
KILL ME
FOR I AM NOTHING
AND THERE IS NOTHING LEFT OF ME
BUT THIS BLOOD I HAVE
SLIT MY ARMS WHERE YOU CAN'T SEE
SO I RUN FROM YOUR EYES
AND I AM NOTHING MORE THAN THIS
I die every time I take the knife
III. After the Storm
I will wait for the silence
And I shall not be torn away
When the blood runs down my arms
Into the vortex I allowed to be.
I will listen for the quiet
And my heart will beat again
When the whispers no longer coax me
Into making the ultimate decision.
Is it life or death?
And would anyone really care
If it was the latter?
Monday, August 15, 2005
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2 comments:
yes, it has a lot to do with what you write because thta is how you feel, you may be punk, did you consider that?
I have no beef eith cutters, I am one myself. I thin kit is a kind of all aorund thing, like just for us depressed people.
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