RebornLauren
Fitting The MouldIt’s to deep, not a place to hold Drowning whole, Trailed lines Thorns lay on my heart The pain wraps me tight Too many faces to cry for Too many lies to care for Falling into distance Tell me its okay to be alone Rather this than validated I'm dying as fast as you I speak the words that make me weak Listen to the words that fuck me up Looking at the weapon chose for use A neat and tidy cut to steady the anger Breaking to my knees, Blade to harsh I would say I’m better of this way Worry for yourself, Forget about my face Let it be a memory anFitting The Mould
Hidden At NightThe mist slowly followed the tracksHidden At Night
Of where new steps had been made, A cold bitter wind hit the trees Stars were covered with a black sheet, Behind that one single hollow tree There herself hid her, Incomplete now She is so young, and there she sits Her eyes reflect from tears that run, Her black hair she hides behind, Her complexion so fair against this, Her lips like new drawn blood The girl who always walks alone, She cries, She weeps, She hurts.
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The Good Ship Albion Will Set Sail December 32nd
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