Sunday, September 15, 2002

I Breathe Smoke- By: the damned

There was nothing sacred but a death kiss
The curse caused my skin to fall off
I thought I could protect myself
I could not protect myself from this
It set my heart aflame
Now I breathe smoke
My souls wisps off my lips
Leaving soot on the walls
People say I should eat more
But they should see me now
Skin so thin
I can see right through
I look more dead than alive
When I see myself I can hardly recognize
I thought I was able to live
But I was only allowed to die
My withered body and I can find a hole
And fade away

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