I sold my reality to my dreams.
I gave my silence to my screams.
Into the arms of death I run.
Life is work but death she’s fun.
Night time child oh she loves me.
She shared her blood it set me free.
I love to run with her so much.
Her cool skin, dead eyes, her touch.
In a single sound she laughs and weeps.
Through the day is when we sleep.
She’s in my coffin, on top of me,
She shared her blood it set me free,
She shared her blood it set me free,
It set me free.
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Poetry & Lyric of a death obsessed megalomaniac with an inferiority Complex.
PoetryA collection of poems & lyric that became songs. By a once, "closet poet". Was this person mentally stable when he wrote some of these?. Is this a reflection of someone's life and feelings, or just, "made up for impact, effect, and reaction? The wri...
