I'm sick of being told its gonna be okay
because I know it won't...
I stare at where you lay
As I kneel on your final resting place...
To be such a young child at the age of 13. To see...
He stayed in that STUPID HOSPITAL THAT KILLED...
To the dead butterfly that lays its patterns
Towards the ceiling outside my bedroom...
Imagine if I was given one moment,
just a single slice of my past...
You may not know me
you may not care about me...
This is her invisible death,
A death in which you cannot see...
Cigarette buds in a glass tray,
disintegrated with the years...
Death consumes the mind
as fear decays what is left inside...
My senses awaken at the sight of this place
I've been here before but for a different face...
I vanished in the midnight wind
Neath silver glare of hallowed moon...
Broken heart
And a fractured mind...