Resounding screams exploding over a mundane existence,
Flames and scars show no care to the underlining emotion...
a picture perfect attempt at a quick and painless death,
another love that was destined to add beauty to pain-
How are we to truly live while we're always dying?
how do you smile at someone who's eternally crying?
This fairy tale is another twisted form of self-deceit;
lack of evil does not justify trusting innocence,
the truly innocent just don't know they're tasted death.
Heart beating, wrists bleeding, tears fall in symbolic misery-
Why doesn't this ritual have any ending at all...?
Just because I'm forced to cry without you,
doesn't mean I'd stop if you were here.
Reading this script in a choreographed manner-
lack of passion justified by self-created ignorance.
All my true feelings fading into this poetic suicide,
tragedy spelled out so simply, it had to be overlooked.
Why search for redemption- if you don't believe in sin?
an angelic look at life shattered by merely watching the fall.
And just what am I getting at anyway?!?
well, I'm sorry, I failed you, yet again,
I love you so much but it's time I left....(you're better off...)
in my haste to play my part in this charade,
I neglected to notice my script was unfinished,
such a drop-off should represent something...
*as she falls to her knees* no, cut, that wasn't your cue.
whats better then letting you write your own ending?
("we were once together, now I'm simply surrounded.")