Blood stains on the ground
The nightingale makes no sound...
I've never felt so alone,
so deeply darkly dead...
Who knew her bleeding wrist
Would hurt his beating heart...
There is this girl
Heart tattered and broken...
Lonleness plagues the mind
Wearyness surrounds the time...
The signs were there
subtle but present...
She sits alone in the corner of her room,
Darkened by her despair and gloom...
Tired of dealing
with all of the pain...
Flash of pain and the feelings gone
It's out, it's early, it's over...
Burdens always in her mind
Anger building in her chest...
Alamost midnight
Looking at the clock...
My angel lips kiss the turtle dove
Surrounded by the entity of love...