i dread for the day has come.
by Dislocated Heart
where my words are no longer,
im not a blank piece of paper,
i stand to be drawn upon.
cuts and bruises, no longer hurt as much.
its just another repeat of what the day has come.
sip of unholy blood,
sink to the bottom of the floor.
the scratch of your finger tips,
upon my warm skin.
breathe in the air,
of cold hearted people.
one look into your eyes,
for i see paradise in your lovely eyes.