Dear doctor i was sent to you
for the burns along my hands...
We have all heard it before
but it comes to a surprise every time...
If sorrow is sunless
then I'm after midnight...
A wolf with no complications,
Left his pack to seek his own salvation...
The memories fade
The flowers die...
Maybe in time the petals will fall a little slower
Just enough time for me to reach out...
My heart can break,
It's not that hard...
The forgone
dampens my bones...
She whispers something in his coffin
To her this isn't right...
I sit here everyday,
Trying to keep the tears away...
{Wilting...slowly dying..}
Heart that once burned with passion now left torn...
The air
it surrounds you and takes your breath away...