Death's Songs
My spilled blood was never returned to me,
Never returned
It was poison anyway.
Creatures real in this world,
False in another
Crowd my mind.
That soft, demonic child of my thoughts
Unfinished,
Watching as I evanesce away.
My handprint on the mirror
Shadowing my soul
This wraith like clone is all I know how to show.
I'm a rag doll,
Made of glass,
And even as I fall broken to the floor
I cut your hands.
I am innocent,
I am innocence.
I know no life,
I know no love.
I am dark,
I am darkness.
I have no soul,
I have no sight.
I am dying,
I am death.
I have no soul, no sight, no love.