The words meant to be spoken are as elusive as the...

Does the writing of these words have any true...

Speak to me. Offer me some comfort other than the...

The flame that consumes all shall be my...

How long ago was it?
when no longer could i make the pieces fit...

Upon these lips, the words take form
a mask based on false emotions...

The blood pounds within my veins
And the anger is all that remains...

Never let you see me cry
Never let you know I want to die...

I have never been seen as myself
Only as an image upon a shelf...

Days laid to waste only hoping for a chance
Waiting to see if you save me the last dance...

Think back to the memories of old
To the stories in which as children we were told...

I think back to the time when you were here
And how you chased away my every little fear...