| I could be a Prediction of sorts, and I am a contradiction, evil an dholy wrapped into one being. You want a War, call me, I'm the Killing whore. you want peace of mind and release, call me, I'll be there to give you relief. Or endow you with pure grief, your just slipping, hopeing, wishing, falling, calling, crawling, go ahead.. Call out from the Pit of Darkness. Consumed in shadows of Shear fear, shed the first layer of skin, and pray that I will come, Slayer of Haunting Nightmares, all within that dark eyed stare, you want something from me, and I want nothing from you.. Just one for me, just a single thing. For me. Morning has come, midnight is gone, psychotic thoughts, split demensions of the Mind. Fold, away and hide inside the times you lied. I can't bare to see you cry.. One thing for me, one Being in me, One thought on my mind. Your image, me embracing what it was I was placing inside the empty space in my soul. Inside the hole in my soul, the whole picture becomes clear, no more Tears for you in the next years. Your not alone. And I'm not gone, I'm just.. Done searching, finished lurking, too much has came from this feeling, just your being, shows that I'm smiling.. Inside.. I'm content, and Hellbent on holding you, So unto God in my shadowed Silence I'll repent.. Take my sins with me.. To the grave.. Because I don't want you to be my Slave. My love..Just you. Its what I want....You.. |
