Seems like the blindfolds
Get thinner and darker
The far away I fall from my star
The less sanity plays a part
Believing this is all so real
But writing from beginning to end is
becoming the death of myself
originality in an old painting
heat burning behind my lenses
my frames wonder what all this means
cure the heart and destroy the throne
its all going downhill
take me home
screaming
yelling
i dont want any
more
writing so fast my words
are all a blur
titled i wondered where you found this man
"in a pile of broken bones " vaguely she replied
I will haunt your heart day to day
till i find a way to forget that you stayed