Come see this work of art
Ive worked on it for long...
You keep giving me the awkward stare
every time i walk near you its way to much to bare...
I sit at the window,
staring up at the moon...
Ive been making up stupid jokes
just to hide this pain...
She runs through the woods
the vines reach out to grab her...
Falling into darkness,
with no regret...
His tounge is the razor
Scratching at my skin...
As of which this is complied
My reputation and face now defiled...
A bloody rose
lies on my floor...
The night sky so brilliant and bright
Dragons everywhere in my sight...
Why, why are things so...
numb numb to the pain...
Can you hear me?
I believe in the morning sun...