Door shut,
Lights out...
A tear brighter than a star,
comes shimmering down from afar...
An old man covered in the graffiti of age,
Stares intently at a photo album; page by page...
Each glistening drop of this pouring rain,
Reminds me of that cold, dark day...
I'm sorry that I wasn't good enough...
to be your porcelain doll...
This deep voice desire boiling beneath skin
A feeling so haughty, it thinks it could win...
Roses are red,
so gorgeous as well...
Only dark and twisted things are in my head
Understanding isn't easy as I have said...
Unwanted:
Tell me of your lot in life...
Somebody spoke and I went into a dream
A far away place, where nothing is as it seems...
Oh what a shame
What a horrible ending to a horrible day...
Words were all on my mind
They had a great way...