Violent Lights

January 7, 2011

Bright violent lights
A thousand scars
A day full of fights
Headbanging these bars
I'm sick of the tries
I'm sick of the fails
I'm sick of the lies
Harsh scratches of nails
My eyebrows, nails, eyes, hips
All wrong, nothing's right
My hair, legs, clothes, lips
Can't admit I have poor sight
Get off, get away, I'm sick of it
Go long, farewell, please let me be
My innocent throat is slit
Nothing left, you're draining me
I can't get a happy day
This anger feuls my self
Something standing in my way
Affecting mind, body, health
Don't look, but please
Don't look away
Paying my fees
But I can't stay.

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