The black rose sits starkly,
Among the white...

Below a crimson sky,
A river of blood...

How do you find the words,
To explain what you feel...

She weeps tears of sunshine,
On her rainbow forest...

Your pain is foolish,
Said the angel...

Should I say sorry?
Sorry that I felt this way...

Better suffer and say farewell,
To your dearest, closest friends...

Ambidextrous poet,
Writes two poems at a time...

Thank you for being there,
Every time I look up...

When the pieces come together,
Just to fall apart...

Dont talk to me about music,
Or about my feet...

I try to put the blame on someone else,
Because to carry this guilt would be unbearable...