"This is a letter to the ones who never cared
If you are reading this it means I'm no longer...
In this cold dark world
a boy with eyes black and gold...
History is repeating it's self,
But I'm far to weak to stop it...
Jasmine isn't my equal
Even rose can't be comparable with my beauty...
She lay next to what's left of him
Imperceptibly stroking his shoulder...
Speak to me:
Tell me something so typical...
Before I could even say your name-you left
Before any memories could be made-you left...
Caught in the fight
of right and wrong...
Hammer down the floorboard,
My pain is bursting through...
I try to talk to you,
But you make it feel...
Murder...
is not just physical...
The window is open.
It is so cold out...