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

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

Loneliness, my blanket
A comfort...

The bitterness of a forgotten tale
When smiles were expected...

The rest is silence
So forget the screams...

Beautiful does not explain
Gorgeous does not describe...

Hear my cries
Screams of agony...

The greatest lie ever told
Was embellished with thoughts...

It's the feel of your skin
Fingertips grazing my hand...

Dear Murderer
You know your name...

She lies, pushed back against a bed.
Hear her cries and know her pain...

She's a paradox
a perfect balance between everything...