I spiral my pen across the page once more
imaginations and realities ready to explore
all the things Iâ??ve written about for so long
slowly taking shape in my life so wrong
in my life of despair and festering decay
love and death spinning in disarray
no irony in the world can compare
to my flagrantly changing affair
heart break and wrists full of scars
in makeup smeared like heavy tar
as I fall into my fictional nightmare
page after page beginning to tear
unsure, shallow and confused, in tears
lost in isolation in a cage of leers
abandoned and lacking self-esteem
smothered as my emotions teem
compulsive and writing my own demise
the truth beyond these red and shaken eyes
I canâ??t control myself built with rage
slowly nearing the end of my final page
help me escape the cage to which Iâ??m bound
my story slowly sinking heavily to the ground
as my tale flows through my veins to the page
soaking through as a red finale in my story beige
