MeH...

[stcobain]

love, a fickle friend that never ends 
to witch end is needed
beyond these lies
behind those eyes 
death begins its feeding
as the end draws near
not a single tear
a single fear
for those how most need it 
but still i hear the angles of our host
they know we'er empty 
know we'er beaten 
but still our body's they poke
and joke that or hearts can be chocked
but not by them 
but by us 
time, the thing I've taken
but love is all you give
yet i hurt them still 
kill them from the inside out 
and with out a second thought 
your hearts in a jar 
As that jar takes flight 
over one fight 
now  you watch 
as it beats its last beat
and you know you've done wrong
so i walk to the dark 
and the thorns consume once more