My heart
Stops...

Curled into what little there is,
blood spreading forward to consume...

First, I must make It clear what has taken place...
"I am Sorry...

Tip of my tongue
Dying and Dry...

I cannot be,
as I am...

Let my wings be broken...
I will smile on...

Shaking,
stained...

You like the picture
that hangs on...

To tell a story is a glorious feat,
but living it is far better...

I know this isn't enough pain
and I know you cant wait to escape...

You can control this puppet
by all her little strings...

Toxic
I want to run through your veins and poison...