He said that God was never there
Simply because he doesn't care...

Love is cursing my poor soul
Hurting my life and how I think...

I try to understand it
I bite my lip and nod...

There are three parts to this, because I thought...

I’m walking around in circles
I can’t seem to find my way...

It just isnt on the outside
It eats up your insides too...

A figure of her presense
A face, yet in disguise...

Spilling like the pouring blood of innocence
Frozen but drifted onto your spot...

I look around myself and think
Then everything turns dark...

The winds of changes whisper
Softly whisper in my ears...

The ashes fall upon my face,
As I cry hard; in dismay...

To stay here is a vast burden
Already imprinted in my mind...