scars or memories it's all the same,
'til death.
no matter how ugly you were to me.
you have such a beautiful mask.
oh shame, the masquerade.
left on the floor, here i lay.
no more then ghosts occupy me.
regret. regret. regret. regret.
what will i think as i sleep
not resolved to dream
i beg no vaccine for this bleak end
numb is how i feel, how i'll go.
consumed by guilt. i'm sorry
eyes never closing, bury me as is.
with all these word spilling from mind.
worthless words
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