My heart
Stops...

I see the red
The red of your grin...

Oh the ache
Within my soul...

You like the picture
That hangs on...

The thought of so much hate enveloping me;
even my own faulty dreams disowning me...

I cannot be,
as I am...

You like the picture
that hangs on...

Tip of my tongue
Dying and Dry...

You couldn't understand this shit
if it was right in your face...

First, I must make It clear what has taken place...
"I am Sorry...

~~I usually don't write in paragraph form. This is...
The acceleration of your heart...

Solitude
the rushing torment...