for the past ten years i have been a ward of the state. i was taken from my family at age 8. i began writting short after.
you don`t wanna be like me
with so many tears you can`t even see
what i do when i lock myself away
not wanting to breathe another day
...
i can`t explain it but i`ll try
why i bleed instead of cry
why crimson tears escape my skin
why i feel i`m releasing my demons within
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Fog rises from the graves,
Where bodies decaying ly,
All the souls the grim reaper saves,
can do nothing but cry,
...
i see a shell of a face
a body in pain
standing on the edge of nothing
she is a victory for her tormentors
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Eyes unblemished and filled with crystalline light
Hold within them a deceiving innocence
Cradled by your arms but a child I am not
The stench of evil is upon me
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