Hear the echos
Of the drip
Of wrist
And salty eyes

For they ever will remind

Of all that die
who came before
Those shadows that we find.

Doubt the colors
They we wrought
So red to drain
In vain of hope
And chance we to anew

Of a Constant stain
There that ever was

The passing of a few

That make us ghosts
Unformed inblazed
With all and ever true

So this my wretched
Racted and weary Broken bleeding heart
Is now my place of the alone

And now my place to start

To mend a broken me
That tore away my vanity with pain now to dismiss.
And on your​ Lips
To find for me
a place to plant a kiss.

Or wait and pull
From out my hate
A place for us to meet

And find within the desperate past
The heavy hearts we rung

So let us find we meet
In a place alone

Where not a heart can live
And be us suicides.