If you want something to make sense
then allow so.

The ink sinks through
as our sanitys brink, burrows
Deeper, deeper.
Into a world where blood red pain
shatters the moments
we tried our best to hold onto.
Scatters, across the reminders.
Lest they forget
to come forth and find us.

If every scar could write a story,
then inside of me lies a book.
If ever I dare dig deep enough,
to take a proper look.

To put pen to paper,
and bring to life, Past and Pain,
to scribble out
and exchange,
Words for Scars.
Reality and Truth.
To risk my foundations shaking,
my earth, Quaking.
and leaving me roofless
seems Ruthless.

If every scar could write a story,
then inside of me lies a book.
If ever I dare dig deep enough,
to take a proper look.

Mesmerised, I look into your eyes,
a cold wind, as we begin
Our journey, t'ward Eternity.
My hand waiting for yours,
the stars, they soar.
We are floating above Mountains,
drinking from Fountains,
sipping from the elixir of life.

My eyes open,
the token of your love, in my left hand, a Ring.
The future it promised to bring.

Once more I am alone,
i no longer own, this moment.

The leaves they dance, as our romance,
leaves behind Morsels.
A shell remains,
engulfed in flames,
a furnace of Self Blame,
i take the plunge.
And i walk, i eat
our Memories, Plans
your Final Goodbye
your Wants, Demands.
The marching band drums
beat in time with my Tortured soul,
we were Supposed to grow old.
I pick up the fork and force down Guilt,
upon the foundations we built,
cemented together by loves haze.

Worlds at a time, I combine,
Mine and Yours,
Unopened doors.

The house we never furnished,
the walk we never took,
the book that was never written,
Our story unfinished,
Your life Diminished.

I sit, take a sip of my tea,
it doesn't taste the same.
The razors don't take away the pain,
of hearing Your Name.

Nobody takes a photo
Of something they want to forget.

And what do I say,
when you've took all those words,
and crammed them away
into a pretty little bouqet
of tulips.
What do i expell from my lips,
with a sorry wrapped up like this.
Bright green ribbons and blood red buds,
Scattered across Years of disappointment.
When you propose to wine and dine
in an attempt to confine
this mess you've made.
What do i say?
Because id do anything
to make this okay.