MysticalBurrito
August 11th, 2009, 11:17 PM
Pump, pump, pump.
Heart beating slowly
Going faster as the time goes by
As she sees the sun rise for the last time
Walking into her room
The doom that follows shall haunt the walls
Calmness covers her like a blanket…
Dread fills her like love
Covering her like a glove
She’s there on the edge
Waiting for someone to call her name
To stop her from jumping to her downfall
Such bright eyes wasted on such a dark death
Nobody heard her cry herself to sleep those bittersweet nights
Haunting nights go by as the walls see things nobody else should
They see tears, they see heartache, and most of all they see the downfall of her soul.
Her cries seem to last through the night.
Only ending with the light was bright
On this last night she gave up her fight
Gave it up to the scars tattooed on her wrist
Sinking the razor into her wrist
Giving it the pleasure it wanted
Letting the razor fall to the floor she cries
It’s too late to turn away now she cries harder as she picks it up to finish what she started
A knock a the door causes her to drop the razor to the floor as she wraps her arm
She opens the door to find someone that will save her
That will save her from herself
Faster than the person arrived the person was gone
Leaving memories and a broken soul
Heart beating slowly
Going faster as the time goes by
As she sees the sun rise for the last time
Walking into her room
The doom that follows shall haunt the walls
Calmness covers her like a blanket…
Dread fills her like love
Covering her like a glove
She’s there on the edge
Waiting for someone to call her name
To stop her from jumping to her downfall
Such bright eyes wasted on such a dark death
Nobody heard her cry herself to sleep those bittersweet nights
Haunting nights go by as the walls see things nobody else should
They see tears, they see heartache, and most of all they see the downfall of her soul.
Her cries seem to last through the night.
Only ending with the light was bright
On this last night she gave up her fight
Gave it up to the scars tattooed on her wrist
Sinking the razor into her wrist
Giving it the pleasure it wanted
Letting the razor fall to the floor she cries
It’s too late to turn away now she cries harder as she picks it up to finish what she started
A knock a the door causes her to drop the razor to the floor as she wraps her arm
She opens the door to find someone that will save her
That will save her from herself
Faster than the person arrived the person was gone
Leaving memories and a broken soul