What could I know of what goes on in the distorted mind
But you were my preferred poison if ever I should drink any Now I'm thirsty, anyone can see
Parched
"They all saw", that's what u said-wrote, rather inscribed, in crayola, on Inside- wood, pregnant with promises
I had a ring
You wore me round your neck
We made up stories
Despicable
Still I have so much anger
Dreams
Memories
Songs
of you, again failing to meet me halfway
impossibly drunk in my eyes
Loathing
and Still it is impossible not to love the dead
We always love the dead, weeeeping desperately upon tombstones
Garlands candles prayers
Please
The walking tossed daggers carelessly and then was really the true weeping
Noone wants that again,
may you rest in peace but rest assured I am
Living in peace