Blood drips down my cheek
Full of sorrow...

Solemn, lying on the floor
Is a lovely, brazen heel...

Pictures stand tall, against me
Smiling cruelly...

Holding hands
Dim lights...

A gold ring upon broken beads
Crumpled up papers on the floor...

Crawling through my mind
Are the crying clowns of horror...

I spoke of ignorance
But also forgetting my place...

You thought you were someone
Made out of something...

The clock spins back and forth
And for what its worth...

Life is too short for me to remember you in one...
The parts of it all are cut deep and jagged...

He pushes me into a place I cannot stand
A place I lose myself in...

Beautiful does not explain
Gorgeous does not describe...