Bloody hands reach out and welcome me into the dark, I lie alone, cold and scared to see what they have done.... I look down at the pocket on my chest to see that they have stolen my heart and stitched up the hole where the pocket was. The three me stare, Confused, theirs were gone to. Can I feel again? Teach me show me what I no longer can feel and may be "Emy" and her demons wont return. I touch the stitches where my velvet, torn heart used to be...help me find it, help me find me.
 L3thal Ch3micalz · Mon Feb 25, 2008 @ 11:48pm · 1 Comments |
