(I want no one to escape)
I hear the footsteps crawling by,
Watching myself slowly die,
Sharp pains impaling through my heart,
Slowly tearing me apart...
One minute you're an angel fallen from grace.
Next, the fist that I hate.
Pick me up from the gutter with a gentle kiss,
Then rips out my heart to show me, how black it is!
No...
Yet again...
It feels so cold...
it hallows your name.
I