This scene is dead, my heart is dust.
Please understand this is a must;
To look through you burns inside out,
This isn't what my heart is all about.
There's no other word but unjust...
And where might I ask is this trust?
Last I heard there was only lust--
Yet; there is so much to doubt;
This scene is dead...
Memories are layered in dust,
Wishing to just up and combust.
You make me want to scream and shout;
Can we please take another route!
I know that thought was a mere bust--
This scene is dead...
