On this poem
I write the tears...

That forgotten feeling,
When memories can only be held so close...

May it be a task as to forgive,
Something so hard makes it easy to live...

In the Arms of my Angel,
My thoughts become strangled...

Hearts held high,
Only omniscient of obituaries...

In a world of sick twists,
Light is only to be blinded by the dark...

I sit here dreading,
All the laughter and joy...

In our sick world of final hours,
Preventing our scars...

Yeah she's fighting the greatest war alone,
In her mind ,all her past written in stone...

Like a bird fallen from the nest
Like a diamond ring fallen from the chest...

An empty light,
Will show your fight...

Where we are,
What they see...