Dripping, draining, slowly out,
I do not cry, I do not shout...

You're just the salt in the wound of my broken...
You're just a mass of confusion getting ready to...

I really want to write,
But I don't know what to say...

Darkness surrounded
Horror flickered on the screen...

Conceal the body of love with darkness,
For it is no longer to roam the world...

Hands with black nails
creep 'cross my back...

"Murder," I wrote
On the walls of my heart...

Her corset laced, her thoughts unhinged,
Her dreams were whisked up in the wind...

I.
It was a disheveled mess...

Who I really am, you ask? I'm sorry I can't say.
Once upon a time I knew, but she has passed away...

The burgundy sky,
An open vein...

There is a burgundy sky, an open vein, that splits...
Waters surge from Thine eyes as your child excels...