Wrapped myself in a red velvet dress and a flower in my hair
Ready for the night with a guest
Lips twitching to a ghostly glare
Bit frighten, my hollow chest

As I opened the door,
Misery enters confidently
Bringing with him an emotional distress, I could not ignore
So I welcomed him, paradoxically

The second night, Misery came again
This time, bringing his friend, Lonely
I let them in again and didn't complain
No choice at all, I endured their company

Each night I would embrace Misery
And instead of dancing with my shadow
Now I tango with Lonely

Misery and Lonely, my visitors at night
Consistent like the moon, they are
in their company I find solace and delight
I could not escape, the light is too far

its been awhile
since i took a brush and swirled it in paint
a representation of my emotions swirling my brain into mush
each drop of hue into the other is a cataclysmic thought
each one carries the determination of destruction
i mix and let my head do the work
churning, a broken clock
i make something horrendous
death contamination
glass breaking skin
and i wonder
how they see color
on this canvas that pertains to my soul
when all my eyes see is black and white
a wither flower
hidden pain
and a depression unseen
not even
in inevitable hues

the branches how they quiver
among the restless leaves.
nothing is quite the way it seems.
all is illusion what you percieve.

i grasp for what i believe is right.
and i tend to follow through.
but yet again i missed your soul
an on the contrary i missed you.

i fall to prey of beautiful words
that float along the breeze
and nothing made me weary
like the quivering of the trees.

the sky transends to gray
and the leaves began to fall.
i look up to the sky
and i've never felt so small.