neglected tears falling silently down,
embodying voices become helplessly lost;
guiding me down another dead-end path,
as hovering fog shadows suspended raindrops,
and poison-laced tears fall upon broken hearts.
How great is beauty with nothing to compare it to?
As deceiving scars can only ever appear to heal;
bleeding hearts show no care of human emotion-
but only of the collision of blood and flesh.
iridescent veins shine bright with shattered lies,
blood sacrifice tainting the purest love.
Was anyone's pain]worth all this regret?
remorse spilling over a trust that meant too much,
mystifying agony coveting eternally starless eyes.
emotional masochism always ends in the most beautiful wounds.
We're nothing more then a reflection of the pain we cause-
detesting thyself proves to be the simplest form of hate...but;
Does love of a person require love of their origins as well?