The night’s velvety blanket fell,
Capturing me in my personal hell...

The blunt edge of a tactless knife
Opens up my wounds again...

Blazing beauty burning bright
Ruby rose of morning light...

The solemn sphere descends in light,
And only shows her face at night...

Tangled whispers, lost in a dream,
Are all that is left of you...

My mind fills with bloody lies
Projected onto blank, unfulfilled lines...

Passive employee
Of life...

They call it pathetic fallacy
But I guess this is real life...