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Can You? Your long hair gripped in my hands I ripped you off of your balance With such grace you fell down This scar started last summer and it ends right now I've thought of death before Now I'm knocking at your door With a big grin on my teeth The light of this blade bouncing off of me Rip myself open, am I pretty on the inside? You know it's the deepest cuts that are so easy to hide That means this will be easier then I thought I could kill you and I'd never get caught And the bloodstains on your floor Become your new decour You always looked better in red And with a bullet in your head I can be free to love again My Little Secret I've got a secret, something I've been hiding for years And I've let out cries that no one will ever hear And I like it that way, the joy of my secret pain It's left scars inches below my waist Naked the world can see me Wasted the floor beneath me Turns to my bed, my grave, my home I make these wounds on my own I don't want this ugly wolrd to know Steak knives have cut deep enough to slice my bones I've spilled blood on the kitchen floor I clean it up now just like I did before I don't know what to do please tell me I'm not alone Have you ever mopped up your own blood before your mom got home? Cigars In The Car Your throat can only take so much before you start throwing up The red liquid runs down your toilet and joins with the sewage sludge Then you foget to breathe Caught up in the misery Well death can only come once so make this worth while It's all a lie sugar coated for the masses It's a happy face at a funeral as they're closing the casket The last face I'll ever wanna see is gone And I'll never find someone like you Any thoughts would be appreciated. Post a comment in response: |
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