First I said it wrong,
Ending up with such a bad day,
Everything's confusing, weird, never alluring
Love is weird,
Such a bother, it is
Blood spills, not just for life
And not just for death
Dearly it became,
My relative's dismay,
Array, towards yander,
Nothing is never the same,
Feels, Bad, Man.

Break the chains,

The rope, the cloth,

Remove them from my body,

They're not really soft,

Erase me from your mind,

And let it all at ease,

Apparently I am dark,

I am ruthless,

I am nothing like a kind sheep,

Me, a monster,

Me, a lost, wandering soul,

Me, everything that a wolf should be,

It is I,

The one you hate,

The one you despise,

Moan not with satisfaction and pleasure,

But with an angsty, horrified and high-pitched groan

Yell not like how the waves hit the rocks,

But how a knife scratches glass,

Glass that would be broken,

Shatter me,

Yet you can't,

Because you cannot break a sword,

A sword that's already broken,

Sacred my secrets,

My secrets of my deep sadness,

It's not my darkness you see,

But the tears of my agony,

I show my catastrophe,

I don't give calamity,

Like a mirror reflects your identity,

My emotions,

My body language,

It reflects my animosity,

My life,

My well being.

Quite fancy, it was,
How the British call their crush,
Like a friend said,
I do fancy her,
But like, as I say, would be a better term,
But best is her obvious beauty,
Sun-kissed and hugged by her country's pride,
Hugged, was the thing I wish I cold do,
But alas, only a wish was the only thing I cold do too,
Like a common teenager,
I fawned for someone I barely knew,
But with days just passing,
It felt like months and years were due,
With her time was just another word in the dictionary,
Just like fancy,
I wish she did too.

From thin to thick,
Varying in width and height,
Glasses they cater,
Like food in a buffet,
To that lacking in eyesight that shows beauty and color,
True color as I believe,
Can only be seen by the blind,
To learn to appreciate what you have none of,
The advantage of that of the unseeing,
That is what we should truly see,
Like expecting the unexpected,
We should see the unseen,
And with that,
Truly,
Love is blind.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Both are colors of my love for you,
Red seen as bold and velvety,
Bold for I am,
Velvety like my feelings,
Also thought as seduction, yet I prefer strong love,
The color's symbolism is as red as it can be,
Blue as the waves, for they express freedom,
So with the breeze, relentless and unnerving,
Such it is sadness, yet the opposite I deem,
Because my purpose is true,
Hey, can I call you boo?

Fun, intoxication, partying, dancing, yeah

Dark, alone, bed-ridden, sad, depressed,

At the club, It's 12 pm,

Phone on my hand, looking at my feed,

With my friends at the bar,

Ordering drinks to soften up,

Scrolling down, the screen's so bright,

Commenting 'lol', but it never feels right,

Drink, drink at the bar, unending thirst

Take another shot, get another order,

Never gonna stop, because I know it's

Fun,

Where is my fun? Always alone, at day and night,

Crying till my pillow's all soaked,

So lonely, hungry all the time,

Laughing with my buddies,

Eating all the snacks, fries, chips

Jokes galore! Giggle, snicker and my loud laugh,

Sob, sniffle, a drama festival,

Why should I live? Why should I breath?

I should just die, be killed

Smile, kiss, make out let's have fun, fun, fun

The fun in life is always gone,

Beer in hand,

Knife in hand,

All goes to the body,

But in different ways they go,

Mouth,

Wrists or neck,

Live my life! Laugh and smile,

Die, **** myself, don't need to see the sunrise,

More days to come, for me to have fun,

More days to come, for me to cry,

So might as well live my life,

So might as well die,

Fun,

Fun,

I love fun,

*Where is the fun?