Your Dead Child

The Skin is cold rotting coverd in mold I can see the fragments of skull

as you pull it from the grave the child died and its soul could not be saved

your son and your daughter never made it home



That cold and blank night

when they were stabbed

in a fight they felt god's

might as they rolled to the

floor coverd in blood

thier eyes drenched in mud

under the weeping stars

their gone now at cant

be ignored......



Bless thy child for they died in vain but in the end the pain felt the same as the demons ripped them apart now I hate myself and I know not where to restart



It was better to live

fast and painless

then slow and dull

they just didnt know

it was better to die

then grow old



I held your mothers hand as she was deep purple and blue as you told her the news of what had happen what could I say that they didnt die in envy and pain?



I wasnt there

its my fault

it shouldve been

me then the child

of thee

I keep Falling In Love

I Just Wanna Fall Out

For all Things I Scream

They All Return a Shout

Each Time I Try To Care

I Rot In Despair

Life Aint Fair

And I Dont Mind



Will You even Remember

All The Things I Said

When Im Lng Forgotton and Dead?

Will You Dream in your bed

of all the things we ever did?

Will You remember me?



We are just following the

same rabbit down his

hole

we are manufactured

we have no soul

and everytime we attempt to feel

we destroy everything considered real

Yet in all these troubles

Will you remember me?