04/26/15
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i
i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body
maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
people see an outward aperance and think i’m inacent and pure but not once do they look to see the darkness hidden uderneath just because i can make myself
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the