My soul wears thin of the lies you have fed me with,
The setting sun brings certain melancholy into a life that has left me breathless.
Your heart beats with an unknown rhythm and without recognition.
I stare into the empty space of white between the lines on a blank page,
Even in it I seem to loose myself for the want of it.
I'd sleep like an angel, if sleep could want me, sunken eyes reveal my disguise,
For even the smile through my tears, do no justice,
And the hysterical laughs sear through my cover.
Its either hide in the dark, or hurt in the open,
Both ways, I can see you take pride in all that you have done to me.
As you watch me writhe and twist,
And break and fall,
Into nothing.