I must go.
As I turn, I see,
Hidden by my eye,
A blossom.
A beautiful, fragile blossom.
But the tree is dying.
I must go.

A red flower,
Once pretty,
Lying down,
Petals torn,
Stem broken

Sitting together,
Leaning close,
The electricity,
Lighting the neon,
In your eyes,
Gazing into mine,
Seeing nothing,
Which was all it took,
To turn off the current,
And **** the light

ravens tear at me,
each clinging to their own piece.
rip me endlessly.

don't be serious
you must try to smile far more
smile from ear to ear

rush of a black dress
a face you looked away from
a smile never returned

Emotion is not us,
You said frustratedly, but I,
As I was to die,
You wanted to save my shell,
The human part of you was why

I saw you across
The room, not turning to me.
To meet my dark eyes,
And whisper to me softly,
What all those lines tried to hide.