I see your sorrow
In the lines of your smiling face
Every crack
You try to fill with plaster
And gold

While I sit alone
Drowning in this
Abyssal ink
Just another poison
I'm addicted

The sense of loss
Broken and marred
Your visage
A lonely mask
Covered in heavenly tears

The longing to stem
The stream
Runs through my veins
Like the nile
It always overflows

Whats it be to be a pariah
False hopes and dreams
A pyrite, never gold.