Papercuts Papercuts within my heart,Which only beats for you.Bleeds for you from the start,A pain I never knew.Dance upon the icy river, That flows through my tortured soul.Pick out the paper glass sliver by sliver,For without them I am never whole.You poisoned my faith in myself,Turned it black as midnight.Put my eyes in a jar on your shelf,Where they are out of sight.Papercuts on your fingers,Remind you of my face.The smell of blood still lingers,From myself in pieces in your trophy case.Papercuts within my heart,No longer beats for you.Bleeds for you from the start,I went to pieces over you.ŠKrista N. 2004
Upon The Lips Of Death Sins of lovers lost,Dripping through my veins,Forgotten at what cost,My own sins and my own shames.Pumping through my lungsThe dust of decay.Upon their lips poison sung,I live another day.Seeping from another time,Their blood pours from my eyes.Traded life for death in my crime,Twisted in the night ring their cries.Rotted heart through my life beats,I took theirs all away.They are long gone in their defeat,I live another day.Sing sweet the virtue of death,In death you cannot sing.Your last truth in your last breath,Through dead lips the truth cannot bring.Dear heaven what have I done?Right or wrong I
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