ROSEYBLUE
Apr 6, 2009, 02:35 AM
As dusk appears she speaks with a scream of disaster
The hard to swallow grip around her neck remains there after
The overwhelm feeling holding unto the mind shaking
The craks where you run filled consiouns deep through unbelieved braking
The kiss that kills through the wind of obsessed madness behind beauty and windowz
Her smile as snake dressed in formal as human shadow
Her warmth yet to similar to desert sunshine
The smell of happyness yet no tiles to walk upon the controlled mind
The voices that fall upon the heart and the monster images death that no other find
The broken mirror peaces of theself that has found its way from floor
Down the through of no other than thé she left no open door
Grabbing the air is what no sad man would do but in desperation it is true
The darkness the taste of her fear that eats the brain inside out
The strength to make believe with doubt
The walls that fall upon the eyes that see no further than the nose
The smell leads outside to the only escape to find yourself trapped in her garden.. rose
The sting into muscles that pull the world into the ground
Left for dead on mary go round
Thrown brutally through air of thick mist
The haunted house grabs her victims by the wrist
The pulpation of once chest so tightly
Only eyes insight see no more all is taken lightly
As all weapons and reality has left from the beginning through thoughts you fell...
The hard to swallow grip around her neck remains there after
The overwhelm feeling holding unto the mind shaking
The craks where you run filled consiouns deep through unbelieved braking
The kiss that kills through the wind of obsessed madness behind beauty and windowz
Her smile as snake dressed in formal as human shadow
Her warmth yet to similar to desert sunshine
The smell of happyness yet no tiles to walk upon the controlled mind
The voices that fall upon the heart and the monster images death that no other find
The broken mirror peaces of theself that has found its way from floor
Down the through of no other than thé she left no open door
Grabbing the air is what no sad man would do but in desperation it is true
The darkness the taste of her fear that eats the brain inside out
The strength to make believe with doubt
The walls that fall upon the eyes that see no further than the nose
The smell leads outside to the only escape to find yourself trapped in her garden.. rose
The sting into muscles that pull the world into the ground
Left for dead on mary go round
Thrown brutally through air of thick mist
The haunted house grabs her victims by the wrist
The pulpation of once chest so tightly
Only eyes insight see no more all is taken lightly
As all weapons and reality has left from the beginning through thoughts you fell...