A song beats within thy rhythmic heart
bleeding forth the sonata of a love once lost.
Breaking under the pressure of a tragedy,
Slowly tearing apart at the seems.
Nothing is what it deems to be as you see.
Broken tattered wings,
shattered heart-shaped dreams,
all locked away in a box not foreseen.
Allow me to scream my voice to oblivion,
let me wake my demon,
Give or take I'd take death.
Taking baby's breath and cutting the veins free,
this demon is meant to be.
My choice is to lye in my grave,
turning with the motion of the ocean,
walking in the hell I thought I knew
and never worrying about you.
What should I care, you didn't need me.
You hardly seen me.
Just another seed in the flower,
Unnoticed until spat out to the ground.
View User's Journal
O.o You're actually going to read this??? o.O
 |
