Look down on fear, not on people. We are all, each other’s equal.

You manipulated me like clay into the finest of hearts.
Then smashed it to pieces into the most priceless of arts.

She wore her heartstrings on her sleeve. That nearly brought her to her knees.

She tried to stitch them close to the vest. The result was just a tangled mess.

Her tears flowed down like a raging river. She held herself but still she shivered.

She tied her hardships with a little white bow. Then wore it proudly for all to know.

She was soft like a lamb with a heart of a lion. Her soul was bound with the sisters of Orion.

I carry my thoughts in a leather-bound book.
Tied by a heartstring I've not yet forsook.

I open it often to reminisce what you took.
A rose thorn pierces my skin whenever I look.

My blood stains its pages amongst every nook.
Drawn like a Shepherd lovingly with his crook.

I carry my thoughts in a leather-bound book.
The story of heartbreak we two had partook.

I don’t need to see your face to know your beautiful.
Your words from pen to paper shed light upon your very soul.
Yes, you are most certainly beautiful.
For though your heart bleeds red, your soul shimmers like a diamond in the light. So step out of the darkness my dear and let your beauty shine.

Dust in the attic his thoughts betrayed
Creaks in the hinges to the doors of age.

Light has faded the night doth speak
It quietly whispers that I am weak

Chaos scratches at my door
Sent to confuse me all the more

I'm tired of fighting what I can't win
I fear I'm losing the battle within

Chaos scratches at my door
Sent to confuse me to the core

My thoughts are slowly killing me
I close my eyes yet still I see

Chaos scratches at my door
I'll sleep when I awake no more