

Blade and Skin - PoemBlade and skinBlade and Skin - Poem
Live in pain
Blood and sin
Die in vain
Blood and tear
Never sane
I don't care
Cut my vein
Wish to be dead Idea been planted Voice inside head Wish been granted


Buried Deep Inside My SoulThere's a pain inside of me It's buried deep inside my soul To deep for anyone to see And it prevents me from being wholeBuried Deep Inside My Soul
I feel so empty inside It's because of the pain I feel Sometimes I wish I just died The pain is just to real


Running Down The WristBlood running down the wrist Signs of sadness Dreaming of not to exist Signs of madnessRunning Down The Wrist
Longing to be dead Signs of sadness Voice inside the head Signs of madness
Can't take it anymore Signs of sadness Imagining blood and gore Signs of madness
His body hanging from a pole Signs of sadness He lost all control Signs of madness
No beating from the heart Signs of sadness He was to depart Signs of madness


The Moment I Met YouFrom the moment I met you, I knew you where one of the few. You were prettiest girl I`d ever seen, Prettier than any beauty queen. Not only did you win my heart, But you were also very smart.The Moment I Met You
The time we spent together was great, But unfortunatly it was allready to late. You were just playing a game, A game to put out my sparkling flame.
At the end you said good bye, And left me wondering why. I`d been turned down many times before, But this time I fell to the floor. The pain had never been this great, But my pain has now turned into hate!


A SparkI was so cold, shivering, I seemed to freeze from inside.A Spark
Then you came my way, and all I can say is that you light my fire.
Whenever I'm thinking of you, or
whenever you're near. I can feel a heat blaze from within me, and I feel as though I'm on fire.
I crave this warmth, I don't want to be cold anymore. I don't want to stray from the fire.
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To the world you may be just one person, but to one person you may be the world.
--Brandi Snyder
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Todos tenemos un secreto cerrado bajo llave en el ático del alma.
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