Another roller coaster;
I get on.
I know exactly how the ride will end.
Things will work out and then they won't.
We will hit countless dead ends.
But when its over we will call each other,
"Friends"

Hi! My name is guilty, but you can call me gray.
Oh, wait! Please don't walk away, I'm begging you to stay.
I may seem a bit odd.
Or maybe even off.
But please, don't worry, it's just; friends don't change clocks
Regret may bubble on the top of my soul;
But the rest of my soul is just an empty bowl.
So please I ask you to understand,
That guilt has a color and a high demand.

Oh the Shadows!
They crept across the room, stealthily.
Moving in a way you almost can't imagine.
Like a lily pad, they dance and float across the walls surrounding you; but in a demeanor of darkness, much like that of a graveyard.
The overwhelming feeling of death and despair crowds your lungs, preventing the fragile breath of life to easily escape.
The Shadows are magnificent in their work.
They move in ways you can barely notice. But then on top of you. Faster and faster! They move so perfectly, you almost miss them. However, their overwhelming presence cannot be overlooked.
Your heart begins to thump, harder, harder!
A hand creeps across your face, masking a silence over the colorful screams.
The floorboards do not creek with the attack, nor does the door move.
Because, the Shadows were already inside.
And the Shadows barely need to move, to **** the weak and fragile you.

The loneliness calls upon me, arms open wide
I rush into it's empty embrace
I stay there, waiting to gain something
Slowly, the air I breathe turns to acid
Chocking me at every gasp for breath
Slowly suffocating I collapse.

The lonely has once again gained a victim
Only this times its me
Or should I say, a lonely.

Warmth melts and dissipates among the lonely evening
The colder my hand grows the more my heart follows
Watching the door shut I watch the opportunity slip after
The shadows make the empty room to seem full of darkness
Curling up in the corner I weep
Believing there was hope
Knowing it was doomed
Wishing the pain was gone
I knew the reasons but I couldn’t find the right reason
The bed sheets were colder but not as cold as my shame
Tears were like blood
Mostly coming when your hurt
Always flowing
Always come out when something is punctured
The heart
The heart it was
The heart was punctured
The heart was the reason for the shame and the pain
The heart was the reason for the blood
The heart was the reason for the tears
Watching the lonely take my soul
I sold it to them
They may keep it
They may give it back
I agreed for them to have it
For what did I have to lose
It had nothing inside of it

When you mess with someone who is respected you are messing with the people
And the people are a powerful thing.

A day when all the brokenhearted gather round will be a day of glory
Sharing sad stories

A day when all the brokenhearted meet will be a time of fear
Memories will come back from the dead to haunt the recipients

Tears will shed and hearts may remain dead, but the brokenhearted may slowly become stronger because broken is better

Warnings will be said
And the brokenhearted will depart

The hearts may be broken but The Dragon will be awoken

And The Dragon is a powerful creature

The Dragon has not a heart which makes it all the more perfect.