

black and whiteI like my photos in black and white, To hide a multitude of mistakes and regrets.black and white
No colour, no passion just cyanide, Just your poisonous words, Force fed your sick beliefs
that take away the luxury of sleep, and leave me feeling so full that I can barely eat.
I’m feeling so pale, and yet I’m crying and tears, that tear at my cheek, and cause blush to gush, as blood and such, with every touch, blood, so much.
I like my memories in black and white, to hide my sins, my one disgrace. It hides our passion, and those mi


secret sharp stashShe loves, unloved her smile creeps down her face, Could of picked a better time, could of picked a better place, Heartbroken she lay next the dummy of him that's really a pillow, that's really a dim perspective on what she once thought she knew, She knows the stage is lit up, she knows it’s her cue, But she doesn’t want to act, force that costume on, Paint on that false smile and explain what went wrong, She’d rather stay here, with her tears and her secret, sharp, stash, With her black, broken heart thrown out in the trash, Without any shoulders to make ever wetter, With no csecret sharp stash


make scars not loveDid you take a slice out of yourself today, I did, I did, and it hurt like hell, Did your eyes spell disaster,make scars not love
was your tongue in your cheek, No but knifes still in my draw covered in me, What else? The carpet the bed sheets? Are they stained? Were you careful did you roll up your sleeve? Sterilise the knife and bandage your wrist? No, no I’m not a cliche, I prefer my leg to wrist, I didn’t think about germs inside, I was more concerned
With the blood bleeding out, With making me better not making me ill, This feeling inside, wait there's blood on that still, &nbs
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I am a loony. I accept that.
I do have a life unfourtantly.
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I am a loony. I accept that.
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