It couldn't possibly be so drastically simple to figure out it was blue,
even when at the tip of my tongue laid the words "*******."
Even more so is that I can't stand my strength,
even when I can hold up or can't even understand my sanity's length.
This scream that deepens in my throat every day I feel growing colder,
it jabs at my lips waiting to be set free and set everything a solder.
On the brightside my sanity has escaped my eyes,
and turn into something that you couldn't even recognize.
My voice has slipped out of my ear,
and all I can hear are the voices of the morals of my fear.
My thoughts have become somewhat of a sin,
they were never nice to me anyways before that end.
I could never so calmly say "I love you." to anyone anymore,
with so much ******* that you have injected in to my life forevermore.
It becomes so hard to breathe,
from all this disease.
I can't even speak that is just kills me,
even when I mouth the words "Flee.".
Even with your dismay from the shattered skies,
it just seems to fade and fall away from all of your lies.
A hopeless dream comes true and burns in hell,
it is just another of heaven to sell.
So rip out another pitiful excuse you *******,
I'm not scared of you and neither is my killing itch.
Drenched in this aching of hatred,
Sorrow was my deal that was just sacred.