

I want my mom backDid you ever stop to think thatI want my mom back
what you are doing affects me to?
i am sick of watching you suffer i am sick of watching your pain i may be young but i know ur in pain
i know your doing drugs to try to mask it
just quit lying to me ill understand
im not that six year old you still see
i want my mom back
and i want to go back to the way it was
i know things wont go back but can i at least have my mom back?


BloodThe crimson red river of my Life, crashes to the floor,Blood
The blade that took the life Falls from nerveless fingers
No way out this time Today I will die
See the blade it kissed my neck Like a lover long since gone
Now I follow that person To the cold of the grave
My last thoughts of you


Final momentsThe two stand on a dark spirled hill Hand in hand, each heart fulfilled. He- so tall and skinny, fragile to the bone. She- so short and curvey, stiched and sewen.Final moments
They boys gloves emersed in her fingers Eye to eye as the moment linger. He lights up a cigeratte and takes a deep breath. As smoke bellows out of his mouth from his chest.
Continuing smoking, as the ember slowly burns Looking in her eye with deep care and concern. How could they over looked each other all this time Now like to souls conected and intertwined.
She pulls him close, whispers th


Innocently DeadYou've gone to far into my mind And you don't like it but your out of time. You can't turn back from what you know As Ive told you this has all been a show.Innocently Dead
Everythings been said, and I want to take it back But control over time is something I lack. I've told you my pleasure and my pain, and how my sick mind can't be tamed.
Inside my mind you'll come to find The dark reasons why I can't unwind. Every feelings been stored deep inside That today im suprised Im still alive.
In the realms of it, it's dark and twiztid, That you must have been blind t


AloneI wander this world, lost, alone, a broken soul with a broken heart I wander alone on this hard road of stone, no one to love or be loved by I………Am………AloneAlone
No guardian angel to watch over me, nor a guiding star God gave us eyes yet my life is shrouded in darkness Why can I not see?
My only consolation is that soon my life will end And all this torment and this pain will cease For I……Am……Alone
And no one will know me once I am gone So I ask the world this: what purpose do I have? Or is the purpose of all life to end?
Why do we live, breathe, run
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