It hurts now
like it does every day...
His story was a lonely one, his soul empty and his...
So he left behind his cold and isolated prison...
My pain is not pretty,
and my suffering is not delicate...
Darker, Deeper, Shiny
Little piece of happiness...
All you can hear is silence ,
As everything has stopped; even the violence...
Has my place been taken so fast?
Im bleeding works of art...
You dance, leading me rhythmically,
in a slow waltz at three/four time...
It's hard to admit that I miss you,
because that admission burns me...
"Smile"
It will make it better...
I have
forgotten about you lately...
She smiles
She laughs...
My, now tainted, soul,
Was formed from blow after blow...