So okay yesterday was not the best.....
The sun crouched down below in space leaving negative energy
Negative waves of passionate, vile disgust to wrap its devilish arms around my burnt soul
So okay he does not love you.....
A frost-bitten icicle grows on his shoulder
The cold, icy chip stings as it pierces through my skin
The frigid, snowy water drips and mixes with my blood as it gushes from my veins
The scarlet red liquid flows like a river beneath my feet, soaking into the dry ground
On hands and knees, I pound the desert sand, sharp pebbles and beads press into my hands
So okay life seems to continue marching in an never-ending, torturous cycle of disappointment
Its a pattern that sourly repeats itself, its puzzle pieces staining the fabric of time
Manipulating the evolution of the course of time
End the stinging pain that warps the beating of my weakened heart!
Let my soul piece itself together after being ripped viciously apart
By your own demonic hands....oh those beastly fingers....
They chewed at my heart, and ate my soul for dinner
But okay, so what you do not love me, so what the sun has set on a melancholy moment
A single moment out of a million, mind you, it will be okay.
Yes, it will be okay.
Talking over the pain.