Prophecy

A song! A song! This song... guh where to start? The rhythm is all out of whack, it kind of goes from one thing to another, a lot of random "short sentance, long sentance", repetition, which is good if used right, but it's not used right... Simple rhyming! Very simple rhyming, when's the last time I used that? (I'm actually asking, I can't remember... I don't like simple rhyming!!) Which only really leaves the wording and the theme to be proud of... And yet, I hereby proclaim this song my signiture song! And the crowd goes wild... with wtfige! Yes, I did just say that I'm making this my signiture song. There's something about it... I guess I finally made a song that fully describes me, not my feelings or a simple side of me, it describes me. And no, I will not... um what's the word? Interpet it for you? =S I'm not gonna spell out the meaning of it, pulling a Davey Havok here, I'm never saying what I mean in my songs. Ever.
... Hopefully not.. Well here it is!

These walls are closing in on me,
Now red lights are all I see.
What are these thoughts running 'round my mind?
I'm searching for answers, scared of what I'll find.
Somewhere, somehow in the dark of the day,
My sanity silently slipped away,
And now I mumbled meaningless words,
An insane little girl and a threat to the world.

The writing on the walls,
That only I can see,
The writing on the walls,
It seems to be telling me,
An insane little girl staring at the walls,
An insane little girl continues to bleed.

These chains are choking out my heart,
My minds been roughly ripped apart,
Sitting alone in a world fading fast,
Sitting alone, this girl won't last.
I want to run, escape this place,
But I can't trust the human race,
So I'll sit and shiver, staring at my walls,
I'll sit and watch as the world around me falls.

The writing on the walls,
That only I can see,
The writing on the walls,
It seems to be telling me,
An insane little girl staring at the walls,
An insane little longs to be free.

Alone and cold, all hope has left me,
Left me for dead and is watching me bleed,
Alone and cold, a sad little girl cries,
Roses spring from her wrists as blood drips from her eyes,
Somone sheild my sight from the burning red light,
My hands are bound and the glare is bright,
Growing pale, growing thin on my prison floor,
This sad little girl is about to become no more.

The writing on the walls,
That only I can see,
The writing on the walls,
It seems to be telling me,
A sad little girl staring at the walls,
A sad little girl is growing weak.

I cannot trust another being,
I shall not trust them, it seems to me
That this corrupt world falls into decay
So fast that it can be seen by a girl barely sane,
Life is but a merry-go-round, ever rising and falling, 'til you come to a dizzy stop,
But I'm riding backwards, on the bottom reaching for the top,
And this sad little girl will be forever unloved,
She won't want affection, she's hard to trust.

The writing on the walls,
That only I can see,
The writing on the walls,
It seems to be telling me,
A sad little girl, staring at the walls,
A sad little girl, so untrustworthy.

There's writing on the walls that only I can read,
There are people here only the walls can see,
An insane little girl split her personality,
While a sad little girl lives on in misery.

It has a picture to go with it! I just ranomly found this picture, right before I came on here, and I'm like "Wow! That's so totally my song! Jeebus, someones stalking me!! ... Yum, A.F.I..."