THURSDAY, APRIL 29, 2010
Razorblade Hugo.
Razorblade Hugo,
shambles and shackles the taste of regret on your blistered lip, post mortem never sounded so soothing. Your fists cut quickly through tattered emotions where silence sits strong.
Treasure all the lies as they all fall right back in place, like pieces of a puzzle. Shades of the devil seeping through. All the pain has left you savage and broken. Light up the pathways, Heaven and Hell are all that we see. Though, you can’t make this go away, the future fades to black.
Truth no longer holds any meaning.
Razorblade Hugo,reached the end of this crooked path, grasping the frayed edge of the rope.
shambles and shackles the taste of regret on your blistered lip, post mortem never sounded so soothing. Your fists cut quickly through tattered emotions where silence sits strong.
Treasure all the lies as they all fall right back in place, like pieces of a puzzle. Shades of the devil seeping through. All the pain has left you savage and broken. Light up the pathways, Heaven and Hell are all that we see. Though, you can’t make this go away, the future fades to black.
Truth no longer holds any meaning.
Razorblade Hugo,reached the end of this crooked path, grasping the frayed edge of the rope.
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