Heartbeat In a Ribcage Prison:

De-head dripping thoughts of red ink, let your body sink. With a knife to the skin, open up the crypt within. A Flashback to the past left you raw, heed the ravens call with a jet black stare. A ribcage prison holds a heart of despair. Do you even care? Walking in my shoe must be pretty hard. Listen to the echoes of the hollow man in my graveyard, sleepy little demons pretending to be god. Riding on a pale white horse, here comes Ichabod. Apocalyptically something mystical, reaching through the mirror haunting like a ghost. Read between my lines and find the code, walking down a path as dark as a bloody black rose. Here I suffer in silence, cold and alone. ~Zyhrenẞøng~