Southern Lights: American Nightmare.

09-07-2012

Oh god, why, why is this happening?
I never asked for this!
The cerise falling down the white spaces
Filling the cracks you covered with band aids;
Oh she hurt you but that was so long ago!
Why do you look at me like I am a ghost?
The gree cobwebs never killed anyone before
And that violent nightmare wasn't mine!
I never laid a hand on you!
There's a gun in my hand and a bullet in your head,
But you still scream purple moons at my sight.
No heartless being am I we swore it true!
So what the f**k have I done to you?!