My face is scarred,
by the tears I weep.
Red welts bleed in the most visceral manner.

The lines that surround my lips are carved deep;
the dusty crevices of happiness.

It is the eyes of a man who saw a beautiful creature & the price of it was infinite blindness.

Lost in the bilious darkness of himself.
But, it is all metaphorical.

No-one else can quite see it.
No mirror can possibly reflect.

I am decaying from the inside.
I am a mess,
a wondrous tangle of the torn ribbons of love.

I am dying.
Slowly but surely
in these suffocating waters.

They say that if you love something you must set it free.
Does this mean that I am stuck with everyrhing I hate?
Have I been forced to give up on love?
Or has your love for me turn to hate?
Could it be true?
Or is it just another one of your lies?

You and I see the world differently but we both make the same mistakes.
You judge me for who I am, but I judge you for who you're not.
Open to each others suggestion we form a bond of love and wisdom.
But I fear that soon this will end and we shall part.
Even after you brutally tore apart what we had, even now that you hate me, I still look back at the past and smile.
Was I wrong to believe that we could actually have a future together? 
I know you never loved me but I loved you and although you never cared for my love I gave you all I had to give.
I still remember when it happened. I'm sure you laughed as I cried. 
I'm sure my pain left you overjoyed. 
But even after my painful past I still cry when I think of what we could of had. 
I'm sure none of this matters to you, but I thought you should know how I felt before I ended it all for good......

Dark waters flow silently content
Through a land of hopeless lost souls
Tragically sad the death of innocents
The grass that withered before the snow...

The wicked-hearted vultures circle above
Intent to devour their broken-hearted demise
Those who have given up on the goddess of love
And the promise of a refreshing new sunrise...

Time stands still in this land of great sorrow
The weeping willows weep on the whisper of the breeze
But nobody mourns the children of tomorrow
Whom the dark waters’ current shall bring to their knees...

Yet here I stand on the banks of this river
As the rapids lay waste my last goodbye
Soaked to the bone in life’s tears I shiver
Deceived by trickery and eluded by pride...