Sarcasm can cut, just not deep enough. You deserve the sting of a bullet to the heart.

"Life is an island in an ocean of loneliness,
an island whose rocks are hopes,
whose trees are dreams,
whose flowers are solitude,
and whose brooks are thirst."
-Kahlil Gibran

Must we all speak louder than each other
Forcing the mute to sit down and suffer.
Well I refuse to scream louder than the rest
Within this silence you pass the true test.

Slipping from the rope and
losing track like a broken cassette or ripped,
punctured flower.
i am not choosing to slip,
i am deciding to fall.

Excuse me first love, but we're through.
I need to taste the kiss from someone new.

"Never mind" said your open arms.

And inside we're still sleeping like the living dead. Me with my whiskey dreams and you with your sick head.

The anger swells in my guts
And I won't feel these slices and cuts
I want so much to open your eyes
'Cause I need you to look into mine

I am bound to ruffle some feathers in order to fly.

You are my heart and soul,
The road wherever I go.
The strength that let's me fly above,
You are my one, my true,
My only love.