.... .. .. ....

You have taken your own turn at murdering me,
and now
the most emotion
will be sent
into this piece

---

..I've my own now, I've my own..

You place your cold sword to my face,
expecting that weak blood
but Oh Your Blade : : Makes Me Blush

I have the strength of too many demons. . .
too many have hurt at the will of my own
vulgar hands


[We're] At An End

And blame is for no one but ourselves to soak in,
and wake up fresh too in the morning..
Thrown into empty vases to place that star into your eye.
You are only happy, when you are not at fault


I am laying in my bed,
bright eyes on that old radio...
candlelight against the mirror,
where I can see myself write this
final love letter to you
....
The razor is here too,
taunting me at the bottom of the
W[h]ine glass..

(White and Gold)

you've drowned me in your lies for
what seems centuries// Dusty and gasping for
my own youth.

.And I walked away from something true.

[Unforgivable]

You've Me ,
You've Me..

and I no longer have that gift of purity to offer my lover,
or my own...

Regret::: Speaks miles of stories,
scrolls of rhymes thrown into the ocean for some
curiosly lonely wanderer to find
... . ...

these memories- all too vivid
I cannot forget

-I promise your unbound soul this-

..I Will Never Forget..

a curse?
maybe..
I captured your colors in the black and white
of my words, and in doing so
I died..

Let go of myself, trusted deceit.. .
an artist of his own kind.
Regret?

Regret?

I Question..

Love can be fierce,
I see this now as we claw at eachother's memory,
in an attempt to escape this suffering.

pain is freedom, it is beauty..

.You could not keep yourself alive for me.

breathe... breathe.. breathe...
in
struggle for sincerity


Your lies made me ugly,
I am so ugly . . .

[But]

Hope arrives with the slamming of the deadened door

[But]

I'll lock up my heart in an attempt to escape the
suffering
...
..
.
(nevermore)