Bangs cover her eyes,
They say she sits in the darkness,
and cries,
Sweet tears upon a black dress.
Wrists cut open,
Flesh exposed,
The crimson river flows again,
Eyeliner streaked in rows.
Why do I do it?
Hurt myself this way,
I Hurl myself into a dark pit,
Won't someone lead me astray?
Like a sheep I follow,
A group cloaked in black,
My heart now hollow,
Will I ever get back?
For now I will stay,
In this forbidden room,
Lonely eyes of grey,
Spell out my doom.
Soon I will be engulfed by it,
Swallowed into and endless sea,
I just want to forget,
Won't someone set me free...
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