The one afraid to breathe
Is bound to die...
She was driving to go and be with him
And had not seen him for a while...
The Color of Goodbye
I do not know the paints to use...
When sadness knocks
I don't want to talk...
When I read a saddest book
I was hangged as I'm a hook...
I have given up on trying
There's no use anymore...
I don't know where I am going,
Barely remember where I have been...
I carry shame
like a beloved companion...
I wrote this as the death of Chester Bennington...
You think it's funny, you think its a game, but...
My pen is filled with so many tears,
the paper is beginning to look like...
When I stopped believing in Santa Claus,
I stopped believing in God...
They burn lots of foods;
sells leftover at high rates...