Ladies and gentlemen,
Please do not let your significant others
Keep you from talking to your friends
Because our time on this earth is limited
And we need all of the people we can
To live our days as if they are the last.
By shutting me out, dear,
You are taking pieces of my life.

And so i edit my body with scars, my eyes are blank, i see from afar. I miss the way you used to feel the idea of losing you all to real, and now you lay dying there and i wish that you could hear me, i bleed out of fresh new wounds as i cry to you to come home soon so now i just sit in my room and edit my body with scars.

bloodied lip
bloodied knuckles
black eye
a white sky filled with purple galaxies
kisses bonded with blood
hand holding interlocked with war
a river flows through the night sky
the stars glisten
a quiet whisper
a massacre of thoughts
a canvas displays strokes of pain

god i have to get out of this place
maybe i'll run to the blue ocean where the waves will touch me with a softer blow than all the hard ones i had to face
maybe i'll run to the forest where the butterflies live in secret and they will whisper all about the unknown
maybe i'll run to the rocky cliff where i imagined flying so many times while the white rose slips from my hand
maybe i'll run to the desert in hopes that all the heat will take the pain from my body
maybe i'll run to the mountains where i'll feel like i'm on top of the world for once and not pushed down under
maybe i'll run away
maybe i'll run to you

i see that girl,
she changed so fast,
well maybe that's because,
she had been giving her best part,
to people who weren't good at all,
but they forgot,
even the prettiest dawns,
have scariest nightfalls,
and now its her turn,
naive she was then,
strong she is now............

your memories aren't just memories,
they are the slow poison for me,
which i keep in a crystal flask,
and every night,
before i go to sleep,
i open it up,
and drink a little,
for every poison has an ecstasy,
and in your memories,
i found mine.....

i am afraid,
afraid of fire,
oh no, not that one,
not the one that burns outside,
that feed on woods,
i am afraid of fire,
that burns within,
one that feeds on hearts,
that is brought up by hatred,
turning the red lovely hearts,
to thick black ash,
i am afraid of fire,
that burns the love,
whose flames rise from heart,
touch the mouth,
and shred us all apart,
i am afraid of fire,
i am afraid that one day,
we'll be mourning,
not over burning houses,
but burning hearts.....