Dysfunctional life support
Tied up with string...

Gentle pulsing of the heart
Observance of the scene...

Remembering the times of old
Don't go there again...

Pale complexion, blood-caked chest
She bore a broken smile...

I was there when the walls fell
the walls that protected my heart from hell...

Find a place to keep my heart
I do not want to die...

Burn the candle to the wick
fleeting demons make me sick...

No one sees the shining star
And follows it to Christ...

Cradle every silver tear
In velvet midnights arms...

Cross my heart,
And hope to die...

Distorted faces, black and white
Riddled with self hate...

Dear reader,
Tell me what you think...