Purple Fog Side

you're lying on the floor
and holding thoughts of ecstasy...
so cute
soon you're going to get out
get rid of a love that hurts you so
existence is no more for you. no more
no more redemptions
no more exceptions
no more forgiveness
no more sick visions
no more dark sadness
no more
clockwork
you're so young sad quiet girl
even the angel fall from sky
for you but you're so beautiful
don’t even try
never give up
don’t force yourself to say goodbye
you're so beautiful to die
you're holding razorbalde
and trying to cut out your veins
so sad
you...
you're trying to forget
that suffocating breath of love
self-pity seems inadequeate
no more...