copies

I wait
I say I'm not the same but I am.
I can't be saved
I crave the blood of liars
It suffices much more then your butched up body
your eyes, they grow with a hate that curdles my blood.
the rich soil that falls beneath my poms when I pick it up.
this song just doesnt fill my ears with the pleasure and joy and sorrow that it used to.
they say i'm not the same, but I guess I'm not the same..
they tell me i'm insane.
I guess this is true but my soul is not the one on countdown
the angles black laced wings brush my face, and leave scratches and cuts that bleed at such a slow pace.
I write with your blood to fill the empty hollow in my body.
it always goes away.
what twins we are.
were just porcelain copies.. but dreadfully beautiful just the same.