Trying to quietly listen to you
as you tell me what you've been thinking...
Wounded from the past; now scared of letting go
A broken heart and ash burnt pictures, still won't...
I am a fan of darkness,
his lips seem to beckon desire...
This plague devours millions
crawls inside each vibrant mind...
** This isn't about me. I wrote this for my friend...
Nightmares and tormented sleep
Dark memories haunting a soul...
We all do things wrong
We all make mistakes...
Quiet now. Don't speak.
Your words don't matter...
The many days you sat on the other side
Waiting patiently for me to reply...
A hatred bound by bleeding tears
To the death of all its peers...
Too often life demands
we be broken...
Wait, was that a gun?
You honestly couldn't tell...