Im through.

Go ahead, toss me into your pocket.
lock me away.. like dust in a locket
you knew in time, all you would do is drop it..
(me)
Down the drain..
trapped, in the pain..
of the depths below
nothing left.. only blood to swallow
now.. only me left.. alone to wallow
in your mistakes
take this paint
... and make
the perfect man
maybe then, he could understand.

My lost heaven
our lucky numbers.. all seven
are stuck inside this box
neatly arranged, with labels atop
them all

Scars and wounds
crimson.. some shapes as the moon
yet the one below my heart.. was caused by you..
the burning hatred.. with you and your balloons.
you calloused ass of a baboon...

im through.