| a cry for help a cry for help no one hears; distinguished though pain, through pleasure, though fear it tears at you gently, it grates at the skin hidden beneith a canvas, you let no one in a cry for help no one see's hidden in lost paradise of the blood within i'd burn alive just to keep you warm you'd mop up my blood as it drips through my skin atleast someone hears me if you care? thats a thought a cry for help a painful waling begins january 2004 ...back... |