I don't own Johnny, or any other characters form stuffs. Ooh, look, bacon!
Here we go:
Sitting late into the night. Darkness steals the creamy walls. Caked with blood and gore so that Nothing can get out at all.
A thousand screams I heard today None that reached my writhing brain. Why should I care about their death, They only brought me eternal pain.
A thousand years it seems I've lived. To smell the stench of shit and filth. Darkness all the day and night. And what I say is to myself.
I hurt them deep. I hurt them bad. I know I made them feel so sad. But they're dead, why should I care. The darkness steals my stagnant air.
And I talk to myself, in the dark. Never a smile. Never a spark. Tears that graze my face so that I know I cannot go back.
They were cut deep They were cut long. It makes me feel so weak Not strong. I need to think, To feel some life. But why should I try And put down my gory knife.
I feel remorse a time a year. Sometimes I fall to shed a tear. I hurt them so deep and long. I know it wouldn't make me belong.
I felt the pain, I heard the lies. I saw the hurt With these eyes. I know more Than you think. How can I sleep, I can't get a wink.
And I love this.
I can love this dark. If I can love this pain. But I can't Forget the stain. That they left Their laughter seared And when I was alone I feared.
And I love this.
I love the blood I love their pain I love to make them fight And strain.
I love to break a guilty heart. To tear a guilty life apart. I love to make them cry and pay. Another jerk, Another day.
But I cry, I fight, I hurt. Made to feel Lower than dirt. That is what I can't love. Don't want to feel Guilt from above.
Don't want pity Don't want lies. Don't want to feel it When passion dies.
And I love this.
I love their hurt I love their tears. Cannot stop. Go on for years. Cannot fight Only give in. The doughboys make me Neglect to win.
Nail Bunny speaks. Tangled words. I know they are From me I've heard.
I felt the pain I know the hurt. I know what it's like To be low as dirt.
I hurt them deep I hurt them bad. I know I made them very sad. But they're dead, Why should I care. Darkness steals my stagnant air.
And I love this.
I love their blood The life giving river. They need pain. I'm their giver.
And I love this.
All alone In my dark room. I know it's time To bring them doom.
It gets so dark When you're alone. Feeling like a rock. A stone.
And I love this.
I hear then cry I hear them scream. And I smile This may be a dream Causing death Causing hurt. Never letting them get away.
And I love this.
They'll be sorry. I'll make them pay. Won't let them stain Another day. It's such dark work. I know it is.
But I can't lie.
Sometimes I love this.
~Moonchild
Flames are welcome!!! (
Sitting late into the night. Darkness steals the creamy walls. Caked with blood and gore so that Nothing can get out at all.
A thousand screams I heard today None that reached my writhing brain. Why should I care about their death, They only brought me eternal pain.
A thousand years it seems I've lived. To smell the stench of shit and filth. Darkness all the day and night. And what I say is to myself.
I hurt them deep. I hurt them bad. I know I made them feel so sad. But they're dead, why should I care. The darkness steals my stagnant air.
And I talk to myself, in the dark. Never a smile. Never a spark. Tears that graze my face so that I know I cannot go back.
They were cut deep They were cut long. It makes me feel so weak Not strong. I need to think, To feel some life. But why should I try And put down my gory knife.
I feel remorse a time a year. Sometimes I fall to shed a tear. I hurt them so deep and long. I know it wouldn't make me belong.
I felt the pain, I heard the lies. I saw the hurt With these eyes. I know more Than you think. How can I sleep, I can't get a wink.
And I love this.
I can love this dark. If I can love this pain. But I can't Forget the stain. That they left Their laughter seared And when I was alone I feared.
And I love this.
I love the blood I love their pain I love to make them fight And strain.
I love to break a guilty heart. To tear a guilty life apart. I love to make them cry and pay. Another jerk, Another day.
But I cry, I fight, I hurt. Made to feel Lower than dirt. That is what I can't love. Don't want to feel Guilt from above.
Don't want pity Don't want lies. Don't want to feel it When passion dies.
And I love this.
I love their hurt I love their tears. Cannot stop. Go on for years. Cannot fight Only give in. The doughboys make me Neglect to win.
Nail Bunny speaks. Tangled words. I know they are From me I've heard.
I felt the pain I know the hurt. I know what it's like To be low as dirt.
I hurt them deep I hurt them bad. I know I made them very sad. But they're dead, Why should I care. Darkness steals my stagnant air.
And I love this.
I love their blood The life giving river. They need pain. I'm their giver.
And I love this.
All alone In my dark room. I know it's time To bring them doom.
It gets so dark When you're alone. Feeling like a rock. A stone.
And I love this.
I hear then cry I hear them scream. And I smile This may be a dream Causing death Causing hurt. Never letting them get away.
And I love this.
They'll be sorry. I'll make them pay. Won't let them stain Another day. It's such dark work. I know it is.
But I can't lie.
Sometimes I love this.
~Moonchild
Flames are welcome!!! (