Cluchy

love these:
Rain, rain, go away,
Because of you the pain will stay.
Slit my throat, cut out my heart,
Leave me here, tear it apart.
Poison tears stream down my face,
My heart beats at a steady pace
As I try to stand again;
Alone and standing in the rain.
I don’t need you anymore…
Is what I think while tears pour.
I hate you like I hate my life;
But love is what cuts like a knife.
Love is death and death is you;
Its pain stains like a black tattoo.
Those memories come back again
And bind me in the ropes of pain.
Crimson blood streams down my head
Like a long, silk ribbon, tied by a thread,
To a platinum bullet, a hole in my skull…
…Now just a memory that’s faded and dull.
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If these walls could talk,
You’d know my body is dead,
My mind has been taken over,
I can’t control it,
Anger is making me blind.
I v’e been left on my own,
Chained to this hate of some kind.
If these walls could talk,
You’d know about my fears,
About all those nights i screamed for help,
About all my fallen tears,
You’d know about the demon’s haunting me at night,
You’d be able to help me keep my fire alight.
Only if these walls could talk.

BY: GREENDAYROCKS