[sc¤]~Sid_Saiver de Vland de Runterton. Made in Russia
When love is gone
And only pain
Is left, In stun
You go insane.
You feel no more
Than hurting ache
Without will
Your heart is fake
You scream it blunt
You tear your skin
Because you can't
Tear soul within
Your worthless body
This gurgling stitch
In world so muddy
That has a pitch.
You start to faint,
You can't take more,
A coat of bloody paint
On your patched soul
In bleeding agony
You try to think,
But the realm in ebony
Grabs you in a blink.
A son of sun
In darkness mourns,
And love is gone
And gun of course.
It shoots me daily
Deep inside
And skin gets paly
Grip is tight,
I choked from mud,
Now choke from love,
My veins are cut
From far above
This heaven's gore's
Approaching me
And I accept it
Like destiny
I clench my fists
I clench my teeth
But world's in mist
All I hear is hiss.
From someone close,
Who's next to me
That someone tosses
A poison drink
And what is worst
He doesn't know,
That form the cost
Unwanting though
But at utmost
He pushed me so
That from the ground
Thrusting hard
I'm flying down
Into shards
And finished, hollow,
Feeling stiff
I fly in sorrow
Down to cliff.
And only pain
Is left, In stun
You go insane.
You feel no more
Than hurting ache
Without will
Your heart is fake
You scream it blunt
You tear your skin
Because you can't
Tear soul within
Your worthless body
This gurgling stitch
In world so muddy
That has a pitch.
You start to faint,
You can't take more,
A coat of bloody paint
On your patched soul
In bleeding agony
You try to think,
But the realm in ebony
Grabs you in a blink.
A son of sun
In darkness mourns,
And love is gone
And gun of course.
It shoots me daily
Deep inside
And skin gets paly
Grip is tight,
I choked from mud,
Now choke from love,
My veins are cut
From far above
This heaven's gore's
Approaching me
And I accept it
Like destiny
I clench my fists
I clench my teeth
But world's in mist
All I hear is hiss.
From someone close,
Who's next to me
That someone tosses
A poison drink
And what is worst
He doesn't know,
That form the cost
Unwanting though
But at utmost
He pushed me so
That from the ground
Thrusting hard
I'm flying down
Into shards
And finished, hollow,
Feeling stiff
I fly in sorrow
Down to cliff.