while the dread of peace kept you starved with wasted days.
my years with you were infinite fluttering dreams..

with withering tears passing dry cold on dark years nights old
my mind remains on the you who once was for love finds ways.
with blade I pull back the blade to expose vein, red dopamine rivers flow from my sleeve to numb my soul as i answer calls that drain away air to breath to hear your voice i wish for answers but am left not okay

with thin brushes i paint my anguish on canvas riddled with dangers of homicide, unable to die for the burden i leave will ****, morning horror dew..

a youthful mind trapping you in the delusion of time just hold on to me for who i might be scares me, love this true will leave me hollow and disconnected love was really never for me...