Allured by the black, blurred by the red
unforgiving of life, and wanting of death
shallow breath, but what is fragile is hollow
an empty heart, come smother my sorrow
An abuse of intake, daily
upon my grave, my favorite flower;a daisy
a shine of yellow, and a glow of white
used to be so pure, it sparkles my sight
The taste of the dirt, and rotting flesh
bloody bodies upon bodies like a ketsup sandwich
scraping to get out, nails bend over
the lifeless deceased down in a slumber
The cries of fire breathe into the wind
is kept in the flawless pores of my skin
for whom this may concern
let my tortorous life be of learned
Scream it loud, yet whisper so soft
Wipe your mascara tears in my cloth
