Full MoonRoaming the woods all around, Never ending hunger for blood and gore, God in this grave is bound, Please, desecrate him no more.Full Moon
Darkness, ever darkness reigns, Ever darkness under moon, Darkness, ever darkness drains, Above me breaks through.
I'm alone in this world, Only moon is my bride, I used to be a bloke, But now I start to sigh.
Found a shelter from the whirlwind, Which tears my soul apart, Down caught by that deathgrip, Bargain for the price of depart.
Always been a wolf alive, Kind human in my soul,
Love or Fate?He is the lone wolf, you can see it in his eyes, The way he hides his heart, the way he tells his lies, Sometimes he's just lost in the land of lore, And an hour later he feels like a lonely whore.Love or Fate?
She was a dark crow the way she always looked around, For something she once had and never could be found, Time was on her side but she never kept track, All the hunters came and took her memories back.
Once they met inside a dirty curtained room, And the rain fell down hard that day onto the thin roof, He said "I've seen you before, I've been looking for you, Better ke
No optionsShall I walk in darkness? Shall I rise or fall? I am just another fucking worm not fit to crawl, but still I breathe the air in deeply, stomp my feet into the ground, and wait for what is about to come, there is only pain that life has shown, there is no way to let it go, there are no promises left to die in my soul, shall I tease the shadow? see the fear in it's eyes? bite my teeth into it's spine, yes, as the storm is rising, I feel the end building up from deep inside, there is no pain too great for your soul, but there is no will to let it go,No options
Wound Self InflictedYou’re sickened by the marks, Left by fear on my arms, Please try to understand, I know it’s hard to withstand, I need to do this, It helps me cope, It’s better than smoking, Or doing coke, It clears my head, And lets me breath, I’ll be fine tomorrow, Please turn and leave.Wound Self Inflicted
I hate your disappointed face, When you find I’ve cut again, I hate the way your eyes look, Searching for my pain, It all builds up inside me, And I hide it all away, Until I’m all alone, And grab for my blade again, T
DepressionI've heard so many people tell those who suffer depression to just 'cheer up.' I wonder if they can really believe that it’s that simple.Depression
Depression isn't just sadness. It is emptiness, it is misery. It is pain and nothingness at once. When you are truly depressed you lack the ability or will to cheer yourself up. No one just ‘has depression.’ You suffer from it. This is depression:
You will wake at 5, 6, maybe 7am, feeling as though you had only just fallen asleep. It’s likely you did. If you don't have to be somewhere, you could lie in bed for another 3 hours...too tired, too miserable and pathetic to crawl out of
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