Should i be
the same girl
that i was before
all these things happened
Deep Dark Hole Is Still Growing.
oh lord i dont know!
i dont know how to carry on!
my heart is ripping and i am slipping,
down to far in to that deep dark hole
Out Of The Darkness Of My Heart.
he walked out
out of the darkness
to show me that he could handle
all the things that i needed him to be
a could winter wind
blows through the sad winter trees
a photograph of him looking back
floats down on the wind
never died it never
or wavered in any way.
My Saints...Now My Demons.
Saints turned to demons
Purity stained with grit
A heart yelling for deliverance
Muffled by a mind calling for vengeance