how troubled my mind is? I painted a figure
a silhouette in black
with a tight rope wrapped on its neck while screams for help
her lipstick was smudged
Her limbs were cut, bones were broken and chopped
Into the bag, she went

Talked to a goblet and a bottle of wine before going to sleep

I wish I could read between the lines
Match the types, connect the dots
Draw my pain, sing my sorrow
Danced to the rhythm
Sometimes, the saddest person gives good advice
because they wish they hear those words they wanna hear