as them massed letter of yours gather
oh how much i wish they were like before not filled with a hateful lather
the removing of your reminders from the grey wall
brings that freedom to perform acts with release my crimson as if part of winter fall

this self loathing pain in my bleak chamber of dark regret
i know im losing your love as if it was a bet
all because i suffer alone in the bleeding rain
while you have loyal friends who make you feel no pain

yet my dark thoughts turn to the ending play
foreclosing all like a short miserable winters day

The words that shape liquid flood from ducts
Yet this lonely just shouts and conducts
That aggressive fear of self imploding hate
Maybe these forming shapes are my fate

My truth of hate and self inflicting harm
Are just scaring my hidden charm
No amount of hours reflecting shall wash them tears
Why do i no longer understand my fears    

I beg for it to end and disappear of good
So why is it death is my only likelihood
That taste of my crimson filling my guilt
I wait for someone to have my heart rebuilt

so lonely are my nights
lonely are my few short days
lonely as I stand
lonely are them clouds

so lonely that the tears fall
lonely in my dark silence
lonely as the cold steel acts
lonely are my cuts and scars

so lonely in this life
lonely in a crevices of darkness
lonely are my cries of pain
lonely is this cold pit  

lonely oh so lonely
that I beg the homely kiss of death to strike

As my soul watches that ticking clock,
I see visions of your pure beauty hit like a charing shock.
These eyelids on mine fall down into rest,
I'm bough to majestic dreams in my head been against your chest.

I hang still in the air as I wait for your happy words,
oh how they mass as the if the gods inked them into herds.
These forming letters I conjure up for you run so true,
this we feel is for both long-overdue.

The wanting and needing to press my fragile lips to yours,
I digest thoughts of placing my fingers over your heavenly contours.
My hopes for us are pure as two white doves,
lets both imagine this shall be someday that purest of loves.