The cutting, the bleeding, the pain,
The running, the seething, all in vain.
Stop the rollercoaster ride,
I can't let myself cry.
Denying it all, how I seem to fall,
I believed the lies, I cover my eyes.
I'm breaking down, don't let me drown,
All of your fears, I can taste in your tears.
I have nightmares again, how I am broken,
Blood stained clothes, by my black rose.
I stroke my cat's fur, I hear the kitten pur,
I am a corrupted girl, no hope in the world.
Goth,hippie,outsider, a poisonous spider,
The loud thunder, my days are numbered.
I release my strife, with my wrist and knife,
It will never fade, The Castle Sorrow Made. |
