my sweet soul

Nov 01, 2005 17:41

'wake up one morning cold and alone, feel the emptyness beside me, your already gone, a ghost in the night, sometimes i wonder if its worth being real, with all the shit you make me feel, all the anguish kept inside, the tears i never shed, as i lay in this chilling bed, thoughts of your death inside my head, insecure and impure, i slide the knife down your chest, cut between those perfect breasts,
your last gasp bring me such pain, killing the only one i ever loved, one last kiss ands you are gone, feeling empty and vindicated, your the only one i really hated.'
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