Flowers and petals cover my pain.
The sound of your voice drives me insane.
You I won't miss.
As you ******* a kiss.
Go ahead throw my heart down the drain.

It seems to me that Myths exist to put the mind at ease. It substitutes as reason for phenomena like these:
Why thunder booms
Why lightning strikes
Why the sun is gone at night
They ease our questions lending fears and banish out our fright.

Myths give life to many Gods
Who's lives compared to ours are odd
Some bring the sun to sky in day
Some ferri souls who've passed away
Some tend the earth, whom we call Mother
Some far more fair than any other

You ask me can these myths be true?
To decide my friend, that's up to you.

and he said to her with a vicious grin,
If you do not fight for what you want,
You should not cry For what you have lost.

"Hey!" I call out.
But of course it's unheard.
She flits back and fourth,
Like an uncertain bird.

She's tearing up piles,
Clothes flying behind.
She's frantically looked
In each region, but mine.

"*******!"
She yells to the sky.
"Of all things to lose,
This one goes in my eye."

I snicker. It's true.
A conundrum, she's got.
In the bathroom she speaks "Are you here??"
I am not.

She always sees through me,
What a wonderful girl
She brings me out with her
And I show her the world

Her life became clear,
The day I was hers.
Life before me, she recounts,
Was a blur.

She loves me, and I her.
You could say that I'm quacked.
She speaks through a sigh
"I hate you, Contact."

Just another quiet night
nothing new
its been awhile since I called you
i guess it's safe to say its over
now its like I don't know her
and I never thought I'd have to say this
but I hate this
it's quite a distance
between us but I still feel it
my heart is still beating for her
no never mind let me just quit
gotta get her out of my head
but I think I would rather be dead than just forget
who she was and who we were
together we were the same line in the same verse

My thoughts of late so dark have been,
Darker than any night yet seen.
Where there is no light to be found,
Where blackness only does abound.
What I fear most, with all my mind
Is to darkness to be resigned.

What no one really wants or needs
Is one who really wants and needs.
That you want, not need them really
Is what they need and want really.
To be wanted more than needed
Is what's wanted, what is needed.
All want to know, need to really
Who wants more than needs us really.