To my sister
To the one I'll always love...

Maybe our hearts, beating in time
Allowing our thoughts, our thinking in rhyme...

My beloved sister
9 years have come and gone...

You pry and you pry
and you constantly push more than you should...

You knock her down and beat her
still she gets up and puts up a fight...

You ask me if i have forgotten him..
i lie...

I can do this anymore
The pains just too real...

Forced to live in this hell hole
forced to think that my life is meaningless...

Brick by brick
She built her wall...

Love..
Its like a delicate rose...

Broken heart
Dried up tears...

Death, it comes
From the ground and walls...