Twas a night of anguish,
Of which I looked a sight...

There are no words to explain,
How hurt I am inside...

The clown tripping up wards,
To entertain your thought...

I take a peace-filled hand,
And lay it with a knife...

Figured it out yesterday,
Why leaves fall in the spring...

Innards are my outers,
Hatred is not a love...

Angels cry trechery,
Creepers lurk to smile...

Strokes brush her skin,
Purple blooms from fair...

Douses a priceless death,
Words passed from their lips...

BReeze enchants my spine,
As it tingles through cold air...

Candlewick is burning,
Wax seeps from the side...

Filthy drains so softly,
Dirty skirt complete...