devone jones

My heart is heavy My face is damp with tears My voice screamed raw; threatening not to heal I long to fly, run away from all the misery and twinge So I take up the knife and though it escapes this everlasting pain That appears in the nightmare, unbearable shame The heat of the blood pacifies my grief I smirk and I weep, even though my feelings are not that deep I stare in into the day, I’m losing my mind I try to look forward; afraid to glance behind I’m an emotionless creature do you see why For if you were in my place you’d not reply You’d break down You’d cry But before all of this; your soul will die