I live in my mind,
A sea of ink therein I dwell,
Drowning me painting me dark,
The sun is dead,left his lover no more than a ball of rock,
No difference between day and night,
No way to tell the time,
My heart is out of sight,
Went out to do more crime,
My soul devoid of light,
No cure for a billion dime,
Amidst these curses,
At least I am awake,
And heaven has offered me salvation,
A pen in the grasp of my hand,
And an endless ink around me,
The more I use,The more I'm free.

Three angels came to greet me,
They said they seek for a friend to be,
First is the Angel of Death,
whom I befriended with,
Now my soul would be reaped with care,
Second is the Angel of Sorrow,
whom I befriended with,
To accompany me on a blue day,
Third is the Angel of Love,
whom I befriended with not,
For love only hurt,So I wouldn't dare.

A statue in the middle of the blue space,
With no windows on all four walls,
Downcasted eyes on its pretty face,
Tears streaming down from it like waterfall,
Made out of marbles cold like winter's kiss,
Begging me to keep it warm,
Stuck in this chilling dawn as time freezes,
Yet its diamond encrusted chest might make me succumb,
To its every desire.

I woke up with you next to me,
I'm hugging you tight,
Unsure if I've set you free,
Yet your smile had turned bright,
Your tears halted its stream,
Your eyes starts to beam,
I feel the statue crumbling to dust,
Except the heart that is made of what's 'neath Earth's crust.

I'll carve a better sculpture for you,
Where it'll never turn blue,
And hope will shine bright through its eyes,
The mouth will no longer have to speak comforting lies,
Its hand will grip tight and close,
A bouquet of dark red rose,
That I'll give everyday.

Your blood cascades through your cuts,
I don't dare ask if it hurts,
Because I know you can't tell apart,
Whether it's the cut,or your heart,
Yet I beg,keep those blades away,
For you can rive yourself a million time,a billion way,
But the blood you'll bleed would still be red,
As your blues would only continue to suffocate.