I'm looking for a guide in a dessert of sharks,
A pool with camels
A dartboard with no darts
So I hide behind this anguish
This anguish called you
Unable to understand a perfect love come untrue
Remembering the nights as our hearts culminated there own stories.
Yet not understanding the final chapters when all love stories should have mirthful finales.
You have consumed my soul, bled out my heart, I've become blind to love, counting the darts
These days are like darts, darts piercing my skin, my heart the bullseye, our story
