She's crying out
praying for the light.
But of course her light
doesnt come.
And as she sits there
she loses all hope of sanity
and then her body falls away.
Slowly into the darkness of her mind.
Her green eyes are losing their spark,
her smile doesnt reach her eyes.
She doesnt want to fall
back to kissing razor blades.
The whisper that always
silenced her fears.
So she always listens to them,
cause she says they
are her only saviours.
She lives to tell her story,
but doesnt want to fall
into deaths clutches.
Those razor blades,
they paint a pretty picture
of a tortured soul.
But god damnit its so beautiful
when that tortured girl smiles.
And it kills me to know,
that i cant save her.