| Cower in fears, like the showering tears, she crys from pain, she pleads in vain. but what she will never see, will always be. Goddamn I hate myself.. Oh fuck, I love myself. Knowing she'll never gain, live in pain, and dance in rain.. Try to understand myself, I just keep coming up with deep plastered pictures, pulling me in throwing me about. Running all out of options to try and help her feel and shout.. She'll always cry, she'll forever try, and I'll be there, when she will die..(...) She's a precious peice of me, a converting blessing, while I try to teach her valuble lessons. Useing pain! (WHY!) DO I! ALWAYS TORTURE THE FRAIL! She'll never leave, She'll always reach out to me, She's just staying from emotions, great depths in her soul make me tear myself another Hole, in my blackend heart. |
