Bleeding Soul

Dead Empty Soul

09 Nov, 2014 03:22 PM
This dark room of four walls
Becomes a prison to my heart
I run through the empty halls
My heart died from the start

When I see your smile
I think I just wanna die
You look at my skin
Like it is a sin

The laughter echoes in my head
And now I think I'm dead
What can I do with my life
When all I love is a knife

I look at the chains
Chained to my skin
I look at my veins
Bleeding red
Beautiful red
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