every coin has, heads and tail, to which you belong..depends on your action..
crocked as the world that had forsaken me im broken inside of me.. peices of mirrors scarthed around each stuck into me..deep those note i found in the funeral are those what keeps me high my body is a corpse cold like the winter chills i froze to death kiss of silence that lingers like stings of scorpions poison is into me now leave these lips longing for more of you kiss leave this thought as a chaos of unknown let those sharp daggers chase my ignorant soul