Try to embellish your poetry
Try to embellish your life
But how can someone beautify
The misery of life

The implication will bring desperation
And then separation

Hence, I drunk dragged upstairs
To the safety of your cell
I still don't know if it was fair
Nor if I can bear to repress this flair

Oh do you care?
Do you care?

Now we only feel pain
In vain was my intent
I just tried to surprise you
"Is that the best you can do?"

There is blood in your clothes
But not in your bland veins
There is blood in your hands
But not your banned heart

Not anymore, my *dear