Demons rising up from below
With their hands, they wrap my heart...

How strange it is
I am living without you...

Allow me to borrow thy burden heart
With it, I will secure every gaping wound...

Into her hands she placed her face
Sobbing for him, coveting to be in his arms...

Lost in the realms of fantasy
with every touch and kiss...

I am a lonesome bird longing for sky
Only wake me up after I die...

I wrote this poem, not because I am going to kill...
Alone, sitting under the sky...

Sitting by the water so cold
My life I am trying to hold...

My inside is painfully dry
There is nothing left to cry...

Ensnared feelings remain, to wait on time.
With grace, I let him fall to another's arms...

With every second that seems to break
Splitting dreams that are desired to be...

As summer ends to autumn, flowers fade
Becoming pruned as my vacant heart...