Shayari Bazar

My Viens Wrap Around My Eyes As The Tears Fall From My Chin The Blood Rushes Out Of The Holes The Blackness Overcomes My Visions My Feet Have Ten Thousand Toes The Toes Have Their Own Feelings My Nerves Are Never Ending With The Pain That Will Always Be Friendly Everyone Has Dissapeared This World Is As Small As My Tears The Feelings Are Always Red The Ending Is Always Bright My Family Is A Bunch Of Trees My Heart Pumps Through My Head The Blood Is Ever Drowning The Knife Is Like A Saint The Blade Glows Brighter Than A Clock The Hands Are Always Moving In Pain The Buzz Will Remain Until The Next Life My Friends In My Head Complain The Grass Will Always Stare The Grass Will Never Care The Grass Is Really A Tom