• through my eyes yours are filled with blood. in the eyes of god were stuck in a flash flood.
    looking at you through the glass waiting for somthing new. in the end always starring up at you. i look at my wrist i cant tell were its been. either on the rong side of a blade or in the room were this began. they both look the same. im only to blame. its not my fault it yours like your looking to end up with whores. im waiting for my life to end slitting my wrist thinking i still cant feel a thing. waiting here just making me arm look like a zebra with marks here and there but the one that heart the most was the tair...that you put in my heart. it was the rong way a knife covered in blood waiting for this to end