When your eyes can no longer see my darkness,
WHen your heart can no longer feel my hell;
I shall bleed the blood of another,
And I shall exist amidst the deceased.
This life is but ash,
And my soul but dust;
I am nothing but a scarred vision
In the mirrors of reality.
Like a a cigarette
Burning at both ends,
I decay from within;
All the while,
Your eyes can no longer see my darkness,
And your heart can no longer feel my hell.
No comments:
Post a Comment