How's my baby doing?
"So what if they touch me?"
The newspaper reported yesterday another death of an innocent, brutally torn apart limb from limb by the monster in the woods. Clamors for his capture and execution by torture flooded in by the hundreds, and there was constant uproar.
I breathed heavily, looking at my bloodstained hands, and burying my face I let my tears mix with the blood of the dead and that trickled in rivulets down my arms. There is no mirror for me to look at my face, untended in a thousand years, distorted by silent screams in the years I buried my nails in flesh.
I wished no harm to you. But I am a monster. And destroyed baby love you sorry (at this point in time, my thoughts obeyed me no more, and all was a mass of insanity, black, like harsh static)
So I tore out my heart and offered it to the sky, so that Sleep would claim me and I would do no more harm to those I wished none upon.
I am a monster, and till the end, I was a monster.
But I ended looking in the face of the sun, and I let the world forget me.
Brick by brick, I will let my soul without the heart of a monster rebuild what I have torn down with the hands of a monster.
"What tears out your heart?"
Brick by brick, I will-
The newspaper reported yesterday another death of an innocent, brutally torn apart limb from limb by the monster in the woods. Clamors for his capture and execution by torture flooded in by the hundreds, and there was constant uproar.
I breathed heavily, looking at my bloodstained hands, and burying my face I let my tears mix with the blood of the dead and that trickled in rivulets down my arms. There is no mirror for me to look at my face, untended in a thousand years, distorted by silent screams in the years I buried my nails in flesh.
I wished no harm to you. But I am a monster. And destroyed baby love you sorry (at this point in time, my thoughts obeyed me no more, and all was a mass of insanity, black, like harsh static)
So I tore out my heart and offered it to the sky, so that Sleep would claim me and I would do no more harm to those I wished none upon.
I am a monster, and till the end, I was a monster.
But I ended looking in the face of the sun, and I let the world forget me.
Brick by brick, I will let my soul without the heart of a monster rebuild what I have torn down with the hands of a monster.
"What tears out your heart?"
Brick by brick, I will-