When the light blurs away,
When my eyes close in pain,
Cannot seem to reunite
With my soul,
Who floated away
And left me a note,
Torn.
It says it can’t take anymore.
Says, I never struggle to live,
That I am impure.
Raven hair draws lines
With the streaming mascara ink
Down my hollow cheeks.
I don’t want to get away.
I want a suicide here
In cold blood.
My demise.
It looks at me
With sympathy
And leaves me a note
That I found inside my bones;
It was torn.
It says it can’t take it anymore.
Says, I never struggle to live,
That I am impure.
It says its sick of the muted noise
I make when I cry.
I’m impure.
From me, sins pour.
It can’t console me anymore
And in my puddle of vampire drink,
The last breath escapes my lips
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