You watch there saddened faces as angels would
Kiss and hold each other
Silver cold ice brings blades of fear
Battle within your wonderful body
Making different kinds of art.
Razor blades so beautiful
We draw our broken hearts
Our terrible tears we cry
With the pain we do not feel
We wish to feel anything other then this.
All of us battle the freedom to be free
The rain we see is as red as the blood that drips
Angels don’t care for the saddened faces
Unfixable terrors lurk though out our nights
Our beautiful art so unique our love
Beautiful razor blades
Terrible tears we cries
Take it this way no other way
Frighten this world of angry teens
This is the end of your dreams
Make our art of dreams
You are my slave
Bow down to me makes this art.
For I battle within my beautiful body.
And you are the enemy
Don’t force your thoughts on me
Your fixated religious beliefs
Bow down you is my slave
I ask for this not to be true
Horrible tears, my anger builds
There are no angels looking out for me.
Ill makes my last piece of art.
With this blood rain drops
Not for your love


 
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