Open up. See me. Not my appearance but my understandings. Bitch you thought HaHa now you cry. Now I whish I had died.
No one ever suspects anything even with my clear signs of dread with white staining your black perspective on life.
Red masquera runs with every lie ever pressed with ease through your beautiful lips.
leaks of darkness exspose what is left of both our souls...plenty of heart.
most of which you destroyed.
We don't live for ourselves just to impact the world and the people around.
As you are my angel, you cannot fly your wings are broken, your body hits the floor.screams all througout the corridor,
No I cannot bellong, my faith? No faith? Some faith? FUCK IT!
Hell or heaven it does not affect me, accept for the blank beating of false hearts intertwining in an abuse filled relationship fulled with rage, alcohol, jealousy, contempt and satan laughing at your ignorance in beliving that one person can take your pain away.HaHaHaHaHa.
This is my dread of a world that does not accept everyone. God he is watching.
God he is crying , because we're killing each other by millions and millions. He has lost all hope and so have I. But no Satan you cannot have my beaten soul, tortured by your deliberate sequence of misfortune and deceiving us with empty promises of a world with peace.
Well Fuck life because I've got my knife to sing me a lullaby to soothe my dread of spite in my heart.
Wait...no...can't hold on. I give up...Fuck it Im dead. Long live this dread.