CAMELOT FANTASIES

LUV CUTS DEEP

A cutter I could be, I don't cut that easily.
The pain I feel, without the beauty of the steal.
Life sings the real, songs become derailed.
Wish that I could cut, the pain out of my surreal.
If i could take a pill, making time again stand still.
Making changes to survive, helping keep everything alive.
I wish that I could runaway, from all of this pain.
Feelings to restrain, my emotions were insane.
This I know, that I am to blame.
The tears of rain, are loosing to the pain.
Dark the clouds ov change, visual are the restraints.
Darkens the soul, visions of the saints.
From the heart, that lies from within.
My lonely, life begins.
Rhythms of my soul, are slowly taking control.
In the dark I always play, it is my domain.
Visions imply, to the times I have cried.
Life is my pain, now that the doves fly.
Life will trickle thru, just like a creek would do.
Pain humbles you more, wishing to explore.
I don't want to see, the luv that had whispered to me
The echoes of the birds that cry, will set me free.