Murder By Inanimate
Braided rope, you sing to me. You know that I can't cope and only you hear my quiet plea. The time has come, to make a stand. Hear the deathly drum, I am at your command.
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Braided rope, you sing to me. You know that I can't cope and only you hear my quiet plea. The time has come, to make a stand. Hear the deathly drum, I am at your command.
I am alone in my mind with my screaming thoughts. Friends of mine are with me, but I am still alone.
Nightmares plague me, They haunt my sleep. I lay awake to avoid them. Throughout the house I creep. I've started to look tired, I swear it's not my fault. My teachers complain I forget stuff.
Hey there. It's me again. Miss me. No. Well, I've certainly missed you. Haven't changed a bit. Have you. Still as twisted and disturbed as you was before. Fucked.
Blood is red, The veins are blue, The cuts and scars they bleed all through The blade in my hand agaist my skin, The more i cut the less i feel sin.
"Why do you care If I make myself dead. And why do you never Leave my mind or my head, And why are my eyes Always drawn to your lips?" She asks Marcus's picture, And gives it a kiss.
I sound weak. I sound tired. I sound sick. Just don't talk to me. I'm done with you. I'm done with her. I hate myself. And I really do. Help me please. I am unloved. I feel my heart beating.
Marcus stops, and he stares At the girl with those *eyes*. That are blue and more gorgeous Than any sunrise.
The next day she cleans Out her locker of stuff. "A shot to the head Will be quite good enough." She wonders how on Earth She'll get hold of a gun. "Ah, there is evil girl.
The usual random shit that makes my life complicated that nobody understands or cares about, whilst pretending to give a minimal amount of intrest and just generally not giving a fuck till its too...
My soul is blackened, Dark like an eclipse of the sun. I wish it'd never happened, My life, it used to be fun.
Josh. I don't think I've ever heard a name as perfect as his. Never met a person as perfect as him. Never met anyone who understood me quite like him. And now he's gone. I was there.
The sky from my window is clearer than ever now. I can see the dolphins jumping in and out of the water happy for the sun to shine. I wondered upon what will happen next...
They tell you To do it Nobody cares They think it's a joke For the school kids to fair The others all tell you To do it You start to believe But you dare not cry You try and tell someone But it...
The sounds of the night reach his ear from where his at. He looks down, the world looks different when you look down.