Hollow eyes and the palest skin,
They pray to their God that it's a trend.
Look how they're appalled.
The less there is the better,
Running on empty is perfect weather.
Beautiful, Society calls.
Rip them open, they've had nothing to eat.
Empty eyes that beg for sleep.
Oh, those dead porcelain dolls.
Slit her throat and left a note,
'I love you' is all she wrote.
How could he know that she would fall?
Scars that hide but never heal,
nobody sees what you can feel.
Ignore each and every call.
His heart is pounding in his head,
when morning comes they'll find him dead.
Blood is splattered on the wall.
The war is over, Society's won,
all those words that wound like guns.
Mannequin faces decay in the downfall.
 Lady Scarlett Vader · Tue Aug 02, 2011 @ 06:45am · 0 Comments |
