Shattered Slideshow

Drowning in empty lies is hard...
Especially when they're your own lies.
Can't you see you're killing me?
thoughts of you and me together consume me still...
I'm possessed by your love.
The red rose has turned black.
It's been stained by my toxic tears.
But surprisingly, that's the way i like it.
You're always there...in the corner of my mind.
Your invisible ghost haunts my dreams every night.
In the dream, you hold something...It's a golden locket.
Once you see me, you drop it.
It falls in slow motion.
My heart skips a beat as it breaks into sharp memories.
In the dream, as it breaks, you drop something else...
The black rose.
It's the perfect image of our broken love.
You disappear.
You wither away...like the wilted rose of my memory.
Only sharp pieces remain...
A souvenir of a betrayed love left in the dust.
The dream is a reality...
The reality that plays over and over in my heart on the shattered slide show screen.
The film never runs out...
and the tape never stops playing...
The ghost never stops haunting...
The rose never stops wilting...
The memory never stops stinging...
And my heart never stops dying.