There's an art to your pain,
To the way the world seems so fragile
when you cry
With every tear something else dies
As if everything will eventually end with you

There's an art to your sorrow
To the way you stare at the sky
Almost like you'll see it for the last time
Like something so flawless
will dissappear tomorrow

There's an art to your thoughts,
To the way the simplest things make you think
Wanting so much to engulf the universe
with your mind
Hoping the darkness that exist
will be where you will find peace

There's an art to your love,
To the way it truly makes you feel
Longing so passionately,
that every heartbeat is like a knife wound to the chest
Every breath takes you closer to asphyxiation

There's an art to your soul,
To the way you just want the world to burn
To the way tragedy inspires you
As if all that is beautiful cannot survive eternity...