Do you ever think to yourself
Today's the day I'm taken me out

A premonition some may say
Where death takes your hand and skips away

From a let loose clue to an urgent need
To watch your back, to pay it heed

Where you feel you're in the firing line
Crossed haired in deaths deadly sight

What little hair that you have left
Stands up straight on the back of your neck

So that it will come as no surprise
You're at the end of your demise

Which is why I ask of you
Could this be the day all this comes true...

Time broke the heart of Van Gogh
Wrenched the soul of Edgar Allen Poe
As the ages spoke with words and paints
The romantics yielded up all of their pain
And put it on display in canvasses and pages

The fire of our hearts,
It burned us to ashes.
We sobbed into our hands,
Tears hanging from our lashes.

Your tears stirred sorrow in me,
To see you torn up tore me down.
It made a whole calamity of feelings
Spur up and become found.

Now, I don't know what we are,
Or even how to advance.
I'm sorry that I went along,
I'm sorry I danced that dance.

She tattoos scars
Down her arms
And up her legs
A roadmap to the bleeding heart
You'll never see
To actualize the pain
To make it seem real
She takes a blade to her wrist
And finally feels
An exhalation of sorrow
Of hopelessness and doubt
Perhaps only for a moment
But a permanent route
A roadmap of scars
Tattooed on her skin
Hieroglyphic memoirs
Of the story within

A : Feelings come and go...
Leaving their mellow tracers on my mind,
while my body is wracked in pain,  
my heart is full of thine..

I imagine thee on my  side,
soothing my hair with your fingers tine.  
That's mostly enough to relieve my pain...
Aah what to say of the fire that leaves behind?