“cry cry, closed eyes,”

these days my focuses have shifted

heavy rock glam kid to a

careless teen with reckless dreams

how i long for the sting of peruvian

for help, for love, for anything

i can not bear feeling this way

everything and nothing at all

please lord, tell me something

a tidbit i've wanted to know all along

where the fuck in the world do i belong?!

how do i live with the blood spatters

the pieces stuck to the walls

uselessly wasted brain matters pasted to the ceiling

for my soul i call

for a solution i beg

if there's a god out there

i guess all i can do is fucking pray.