A picture

I got an ashed heart
ever since the day our tie been cut
the love i gave got waste
i felt things is useless
i was surrounded of monumental history

out of the grid
is what i want to plead
the thorns & needles
trying to stab & make me bleed

burn or buried is my main dish
the painful rain that keep on falling
like a spike of a bloody ice
every time i look the picture of you

ending such a great true love
is impossible to begin
there's no other pleasure
allowing my man to slowly kill me

with ignorance, envious, jealousy,
with insecurity, insensitivity, curiosity
holding on is out of possibility

shivering of the fact that we're not meant to be
forcibly accepting it
was a worst yet wise decision to take
i'm sorry for being not enough

shutting the door
would be good for the both of us
staring a picture contain with you & HER
is my last move to suffer & forget