Soft Side |
I post myself on guard.Been hurt so much before.Eyes burn from countless sleepless nights.Withered tears soaked in the floor. Soul turns to stone.Can't be battered, abused, or broken.Nothing can stop ... Posted by on Wed, 10 Dec 2008 06:38:00 GMT |
Anghellic Eyes |
Deep and gaping, this wound beheldOpen and vulnerable; this is my hell.Self-inflicted tugging of the beat from withinPumping, pulsing, strings worn thin.Dangling, draining, the sangrin flowsNumbness ... Posted by on Wed, 10 Dec 2008 05:37:00 GMT |