I wear my heart on my sleeve
as i carve hate in my arms
love folds and dies because it burns so
the truth shines bright
but in the darkest of night
the worlds blight
takes flight and dies
now why do i bleed tears and cry blood
why does my heart starve
why does my body whither
am i the same as a rose that sprouts from concrete with beauty yet fades to black to quick
am i the beauty you hold or
am i the darkness in your eyes
is this death...love or am i just speaking in tounges
do the mighty rise and the weak die
my heart drops yet my will strives on to fight
