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Fallen Angel 666

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Copyright Fallen Angel 666

i made a bracelet today
all nice and crimson red
i kept my feelings at bay
whilst lying on my bed

i made an anklet today
whilst sitting on my bed
i made an anklet today
all bright and crimson red

i made a necklace today
all bright and crimson red
i made a necklace today
and wished that i was dead

i made a belt today
one that acutally did fit
i made a belt today
a crimson puddle in my pit

i made a tattoo today
lifelines in my skin
i made a tattoo today
i drowned myself in sin

i carved away my memories today
each one flowed out from inside
i made my memories go away
at least for a little while

i gave in today
to the urges of my mind
i gave in today
and left my feelings behind

I Look in the Mirror

Copyright Fallen Angel 666

i look in the mirror
what do i see
an image a nightmare
this cant be me

i look in the mirror
and turn side to side
what i see makes
me want to hide

i look in the mirror
tears roll dwn my cheek
i look in the mirror
and see a freak

i look in the mmirror
and see all my scars
i feel so different
different by far

i look in the mirror
look deep in my eyes
is that where i am
is that where i hide

is there any real me left
or have i all gone
have i turned and fled
where have i run

i look in the mirror
and see all the black
i look again
im not coming back

the real me has vanished
and aint coming back
tears stream down my face
happiness i lack

will i ever be happy
or forever be sad
will i have bright days again
or will it always be bad

Shades No More

Copyright Fallen Angel 666

a shade of black
a shade of red
she lays down
upon her bed

she picks up
her trusty friend
the one who helped her
round the bend

she picks him up
and fondles him
she creates
another sin

she runs her friend
across her skin
another cut
another sin

another mark
another tear
releasing hurt
releasing fear

she moves on
to cut her neck
shes well past gone
so what the heck

no more room
on legs or arms
she got addicted
to selfharm

her only friend
in the night
her parents know
they just fight

she’s had enough
she wants to die
to many reasons
to list why

she cuts her neck
and cuts again
keeps on cutting
and then

the blood pours out
upon the floor
she chokes and smiles
she is no more

 

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