A Razor's WordsDon't worry little girlI'm not so farI'm just beside your cold empty bedI'm between the papers of your private book inside your dresserYou never forget meI know you think of me constantlyYou know you want meYou always hide me in the darkAnd keep me in the silenceBecause you don't want nobody to know about meOr about our bloody secretYes bloody..You know you want to take meYou hear me calling for youYou like my sound when I fall on the ground like the fine steel I amYou want me to give you pain I knowJust pick me upI promiseI will be gentle, slip softlyAnd fast, you won't feel the hard painYou know you want to feel me cutting under each thin layer of your skinCome onFill your filthy desire with meI'm shiny with odd shapeRusty with rotten blood stains on my edgesSharp and all you want to comfort your dead soul withDon't be scared, for all you want is to feel numbAnd I can make you feel good and lostAs you are always walking confused in your own dark and cloudy
Basement Zombiei am immune to colormy dna is composed of fogand empty staircases.staring through glass eyesat a concrete worldis no way to live.every insultand each curseis a slice ofpeeling paint.it's damp and numb insideyou wouldn't want to get too close to me.
Snoweven though we standin a fragile forestcaked in frostand bound inprior dolor,he still holds me tohis heartbeatso i stop cryingand he breathes me into avoid his ownmacabre demons
What about the The Fallen?There are so many songs;Written about beating the bullies,Overcoming the bad times,About rising when you fall.But what about us?Us who cannot rise,Us who have been beaten too hard,Us who have fallen one to many times.What about us?Yes we will try;We try harder than anyone can ever believe.But they will never understand how hard it isTo fight a constant battle that you can never win,Or to rise once again, when you have nothing left;Because you gave it your allAnd ten thousand times moreThe very last time that you fell.What about us?We are the ones given up on,Because no one sees the point in helping anymore.We are the ones invisible and forgotten,Because we are the ones people choose not to notice.We are the ones left out in the cold freezing rain,Because we are the lost cause.I ask you,What about us?I ask you, what about us, but expect no reply,For if someone had that answer,The there would be no question.But as I posed it,I guess it falls to me to invent
DamagedThe day I gave you my heart I trusted you like I did no otherI felt like you would be the one that I would be able to go to when I needed somethingI guess I was wrong,You turned into something that I thought you would,You seem that you were only there to bring me down more so than upI hate to say that I fell in love with you,Because I wasn’t supposed let it happen the way that it did.I messed things up in so many ways that I lost count,All I want is to make everything go back to the way it use to be,Back to when we said that we loved each other and meant it.I never wanted us to end up this way,But deep down I knew that it would,I fucked everything up and seems to be no way that I can ever make it up.I let myself get broken all over again and seems to just keep getting worse.I need to find a way to make it all disappear and make the pain go away,But seems that wont be the case because I am forever broken….