It's been almost a year,at least that's what i think
I've lost the sense of time.
In the darkness I sink.
They still don't recognise me.I'm still me!
Besides all the decay that time occured.
There was no excuse,maybe I'm the one
who put the devil...put the devil in his
hands.
He said it's alright,don't be afraid.
It will all be over soon,You just have to wait.
In the storm of emotions,one thing became clear
when I saw him with my body...screaming:
"I'm here!"like an awkward daydream.
while I was not inside.
Then he put me in this plastic dress,like a perfect bride
in a bondage fest.
These ropes got red,I don't know why...
I payed my lie....
with my only life.
Autumn winds would dance,like soldiers, marched
to my final resting place.
I watched it all,as I went down in the ground.
I still feel his hands.
It's just my bruised ego.
"You're made of velvet, baby."that's what he said...
when he took....when he took....
my youth.
my pride.
my life.
Like a hopeless whore in a porno film,I succumbed to his
desire to kill.
and I sinned...the same sin as him.I'm was also ill.
If only I have told him....have told him
about me.About my deceise.
Wrapped in plastic gown ,without a sound
I was delivered in the dirt.
Solemny and quiet,approaching my death bed.
He would blame it on me,I wouldn't be pure
For I would face a more sadistic doom.
How did I get to this?
my skin was sick and there was no cure.
Like a helples dove,he plucked my wings.
he knew that I couldn't love
So he took my heart and
stuffed me...with loath.
The soil is cold but I don't really care,
I have nothing else to spare.
My blood.
My sin.
My good will.
I'm left behind and buried,drifting in this empty space.
a maze...just for me.Don't touch me.
His hands.
still.
try.
to reach.
my neck.