Blood-red eyes
burnt edges
striped ties
torn out pages

Furious writing
emotionless minds
tired yet winding
clockwork toys

Stubs of candles
Dripping wax
Something about handles
No, I can't relax

Intense gazes
Empty spaces
Limitless ways
Everything's a haze

Cloudstains
pouring rain
sad music
Personal picks

The story of a boy
Who took too many in the end
I loved him with all my heart
but never did he see
just how much of my heart
he stole from me
with just one smile
and a few little words