Razorblade Romance


You beg for the kiss of a razorblade.
That causes scares to be made.
You always try to hide your soul.
So your heart won’t turn to coal.
Don’t walk into the graveyard yet.
For your fate is not yet to be met.
I hate to be told to be normal!
Why do I have to be so formal?
My life was once filled with cheer.
But it was all taken away here.
I cry black tears of blood.
Because love has left me in the mud.
My life has left me in despair.
I will never be part of a pair.
I will never find my soul mate.
I start to think it won’t be in my fate.

Sweet Revenge

You see the world through jaded eyes.
Can you tell that the days pass by?
Why do you wear your heart on your wrist?
You one day wont have a hit and miss.
Beware the shadows in the dark.
It can be more then a meadow lark.
On the streets there are hearts filled with shame.
In broken homes there are hearts filled with pain.
Weddings are things of joy.
Unless the groom just wants a new toy.
All the birds fly so freely.
And to many things we can only say really.
The world can be full of fears.
You can’t wash away everything with tears.
Many people have souls made of glass.
That can be broken so very fast.
Around us are angels with wings as black as night.
Demons with white wings full of might.

Angels Tears



Tears of an angel weigh heavy on my back.
Some times it looks like my whole world is going black.
I look at my hands and see my veins.
I call myself a saint but only when it rains.
The morning light always hurts my eyes.
I’m sick of sitting here and hearing all these lies.
I’ll light the candle to watch it burn.
But I have to look out or the fire may turn.
Demons are flying over our heads.
All of them are dressed in reds.
I want to hide in the shadows.
I’m the one moshing in the front rows.
Blood starts falling from the skies.
All the rivers are on the rise.
So don’t run from fears.
They are just angels tears.

Sonny Gates

I came out when I was seventeen.
All the other boys would pick on me.
At school they would call me names and push me into lockers.
Out side they would beat me up and throw rocks at me.

Some times I would see a teacher standing near.
I would wonder why they just stood there.
Every day I would run home.
But even there I was not wanted.

The only time they would talk to me was to yell.
They too would beat me.
So I lock myself in my room.
Sitting on my bed I use to play my guitar.

Three boys from school jumped me one night.
They took turns with me and left me to bleed in that alleyway.
I had dreams of being a rock star.
But those dreams were shattered when I saw the Gates.