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 "Fuck you."
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 bullshit 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 son of a bitch,
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.