Kamra
Confused and so uncertain
About one's very own fate
Mind still ticking, eyes not focused
So hard to concentrate
Sore and bloody handkercheif
Songs with such duality
Lyrically too gruesome
And far beyond brutality
One's darkness set upon the sun
Bright lights hushed within
Knife drawn through flesh so easily
Ending simply to begin
How could such boldness haunt you?
Why should you be so afraid?
For the only monsters that can hurt you
Are the ones that you have made
So vomit up these insides
Release blood from every pour
And let this morality called Satan
Live on for evermore
by
FadingAwayposted on 05/29/2008
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