I miss...
The way we would talk...

You eased away the pain
Took away the burn...

Torment tortures me
Images agonize my mind...

Deep within the yard rests a shed
Tools strewn about after each use...

I can't believe how this happens
Time and time again...

Coming up soon
Is the Valentine's Dance...

Sinister signatures left upon the walls
Accompanied by graffiti beyond these stalls...

Monotonous bodies meander on
Draped in black Armani business attire...

Just keep moving
Keep your head up high...

Why can't you be my escape
When all i need is relief...

Skies turn red
It's judgement day...

I lower my eyes
Admit to defeat...