.the world's a stagebut he saysplease,don't make a scene(it's growing boring)
.slicing openthe tips of my fingers,four in one strokethen the thumba little flesh hatfor the spirit in each(love is dead, lilith)
.sooner or laterwe'll fall throughthe trapdoor of death
.love like thunder;make yourself known
.tonightthe moon is rotting,my hands are not my ownmy blood is howling(treetops glow silver)
.my grandfathersays tall girl, i'm not gonnabe here in time, andtall girl, when i can't remindyou no more, please rememberhow far you've come,considering, please rememberhow far you've grown(considering)
My Mind Is A Graveyard And My Body Is A Scar.There’s constantly something wrong with meI can’t look in the mirror for fear I’ll seeAnother part of me that I can’t let beI want to cut it out of my soulAnd just live with the gaping holeTake control and choose to loseThe part of my heart where the insides bruisedI didn’t fall; I was caught by the lonely, crushing darknessOf this I’m sure; it was there more than you ever wereI don’t know why the love I needIs flowing in the blood I bleedYes, I’m confused and, yes, I’m a messFrustrations magnified by stressI don’t know why I pushed so farNew cuts cover where the old ones areMy scars are scarred, my heart’s in shardsI’m breaking down like a house of cardsI fell already blind into decimating blacknessAnd used what I could find of my heart as target practice
WalkThe foolhardy say "I wish something would happen."The wise say "Nice weather today."
Barb WireYour barb-wired brainwon't let me in,and I'm getting cuttrying to jumpthe fence.