When the world never sins
and the exclusive regrets gain
she’ll awake...
Until then she lays in her new closed,
secluded, dark bed
Look what they've done
Her face looks so elegant in her new make-up
Her skin is the shade of a pale fused in with recluse
Of the dim room
Her eyes have gone crimson and bleak just
within her flesh
Her lips gently placed, yet
so chapped from the kiss of death
Her hands are ever so still... empty of
only her own
Isolated. Lonely. No one came to
say goodbye.
They weren't there for her new born
death
Look what they've done
When we were in bed
She came out to slash our hearts out
that we don't even have anyway
She'll breath off our sadistic ways
because that's how we are
Look at us humans (filthy)
We pollute the ocean with our reflections
No one knew she liked the stars so much
They’re remote just like her
No one can touch the stars
Look what they've done
is it safe now?
Just wait until your body gets intense
Think of her cold corpse laying next to you
Not that you care
Just ridicule some more
(So when she cries again tonight)
You're so fucking egotistic and cruel!
Is it safe now?
Look at what you've done!
Look at what we've done!
Do you feel her blood?
Yeah, it seems morbid, but it's a reflection on how us humans can really be. Just so cruel and mean. It's about a chick that's totally made fun of all the time for whatever reason, and it gets to the point where it's REALLY bad so she apparently commits suicide; just because of how people are. Comments?
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