I mourn innocence
trapped within my youthful faith...
I remember playing
hopscotch and tag...
To find myself.
I get that feeling...
My skin is beginning to rip,
my blood begins to drip...
The young girl
reluctantly...
These words become mere
silloutetes of an ageless...
A Wrecked and ruined mind with a tattered...
He awakes each morning headed toward no particular...
I've spent my life dancing
to the beats of a dying heart...
O sweet death, would you be my savior?
Take me away from this lie...
In the blackness of the night. He Sank.
Alone, with no reason to hold on to his sanity...
Rowdy glides through
the same dog-paths...
You don't get to come back
After years of silent screams...