well....he's not dead as some of you might've guessed....but have you ever wonder if there's a trace of guilt in the hollow deapths of his insanity? maybe there is..maybe there's not. you decide. R&F plz. **************************************************************************** ************* I stare at myself in a broken mirror.Sitting alone,lost in a corner,my eyes cast to the floor,nothing else matters,The child in my has died, My soul has faded, my heart has dissaperd. I am now his slave of Death, Destruction, and fear.

Shadows have crossed my face too many times. Fear has left it's marks in your eyes. The pain remains in my heart,you can see it in my eyes.The darkness surronds me, Comforts me in it's cold arms as it sings me the Beautiful song of lonieness.

Hope your not in my path, as destruction is certain, I can make you go away, make you close the curtain,I sit and watch quietly, like a bomb about to go off, your best bet is to stay away,or you could find yourself facing death,begging for one last chance. As I look around I see a cage, my heart begins

to fill with rage, theres no way out,I start to fall, no one to hear me shout, or bang against the wall,my heart begins to race, I try to slow it down,I run against the walls, trying to get out, trying to get free. Trying to get away from me. It builds,it rages inside,waiting to come up,waiting to explode.

I see you cry and I just wonder why,is it cause of me? I'm sorry I scared you, I'm sorry I fighted you, I'm sorry I hit you, I'm sorry your 6 feet under because of me, It wasn't my falut, I was out of control, I was under his control, under his demand, but it's ok, Your not in pain any more, unlike me,it's ok, because life is full of broken promises, and fallen dreams. Behind Those Clouds,That hide the sky are only lies, Theres so many things I wish to say,so many ways I've tried to pray to a god that isn't real, trying to release the pain that bulids up inside me, and burns me like an open flame. Your tears fell like rain, each one filled me with one more day of pain. I'm a angel, that can't sore or fly, my broken wings are bleeding, leaveing a trail for others to find. When they reach the end of that bloody trail, they'll find me. They'll Find A fallen Angel. They'll find a bleeding deamon. A nameless face. Empty eyes. My body coverd in scars. From battles before. Am I just a toy of his? A toll for his dirty work? I kill and destroy yet I feel the same. You look at me, with eyes full of fear, of what I've become. You try to run. I don't want you to leave, I chase you, my demon taking over. I hunt you down. Chase you dead. So no one will know the lies that you've bled. You try to scream. Am I that mean? I can't help that you're frightened. Or that you'll soon die. But look at it this way. I'm the hunter...and you are my prize. But no one will ever know. It'll just seem as if I've done nothing at all.....

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