Can you hear it whispering
in the darkness of the night...

Tired of living life
like a drone...

A yearning to grieve
for a past kept...

Why cant one grasp
what perfect is...

Am I to young for true love
to know what internal beauty is...

How I hate the darkness
for the lies it gives...

How hard it is to cry
without wiping away the tears...

Who do you think you were
when you spit in her face...

Look at a rose
red as blood...